On a lifespan face,
As morrows crowd
Disturbingly close,
You see days burn
At whirlwind pace,
Giving scarce time
To warm a place,
By short day’s end,
For a night’s embrace!
On a lifespan face,
As morrows crowd
Disturbingly close,
You see days burn
At whirlwind pace,
Giving scarce time
To warm a place,
By short day’s end,
For a night’s embrace!
Love,
Be what you sense,
Bowing to your feelings…
Love,
Be dreams
That come to be…
Love
Be thought
Provoking fantasies,
Wanting of reality…
Love,
Be images
Of cloudy definitions,
Coming into focus…
Be emotions
You hope share,
That will not fade…
Love,
By any definition
Be about admission!