Vernal beauty, black-spring hair,
Lips are always high at ends.
Will you ever-ever dare
Join a legion of her friends?
She is fond of fragrant petals,
Silly jokes, salty fish.
Gowns, mice and precious metals,
Beer, boys and things impish.
Linked to many by her laughter,
She’s at wait for man she knew,
Through his childhood, youth and after,
Purely friends, yet, more was due…
Cable-man installed her cable,
But her lad has found God.
Life turned joke into fable,
Lesson, that is fairly odd.
Let us now face the crisis;
Christ and passion at divide.
Two are making sacrifices,
Vacant lives of no delight.
No smile is of conviction,
Kisses are at lack of sense.
Cupid’s out of commission -
Has no priestly license…
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Christmas, Ramadan, Passover,
Versus; touch, desire, love.
God is love, yet, love is over,
Or, let’s say gotten rid of.