It’s Alive

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Perhaps I could attempt a description
Of what it’s about…a depiction
Our love and passion are an explosion
Yet over time, there exists erosion
And as the sculptor uses a chisel
It may seem rather dismal
Yet what is left behind
Is a greater love deep inside
It may seem like a quandary
But we still have to do laundry
If it seems unintentional and we’re not responsible
Then how do we go international? Maybe it’s impossible
Some tell me it’s pointless to even try
But what else could I do before ‘goodbye’?
The value cannot be measured
It is our only treasure
No matter how many discounts or bargains
There’s always something else in the margin
That’s what we try to reel in
It becomes a feeling of healing
This is the labor of love
It’s an exercise, a verb, an activity
Ever since the time of nativity
The story doesn’t matter as much as the evidence
Spirit was born as a consequence
And since it’s deep, personal, and indescribable
Then maybe it’s quite simply a breathing Bible

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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