RAINBOWS

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There are so many trees, but I can’t burn wood
Since I seem very cold throughout adulthood
Yet, my fire burns within all this discipline
Can you hear it now? The sound of violins?
Softly, I sway to the sweet melodic tune
And tonight, as I drive, I will gaze at the moon
But instead of darkness as my friend
I see rainbows at wit’s end
Perhaps I’m in love with love itself
As my passionate heart keeps revealing
I’m never gonna stop believing
As I’m seduced by the pleasure in my short leisure
I realize my heart’s been locked up for years
Until somebody jimmied the lock to steer
It into a more positive direction
Even so, constantly, I get an inspection
Within my introspection
I have no objection to the connection
Even if they had to do a C-section or dissection
There will always be a projection
But there’s no sense in studying the cross section
As it’s still a scrumptious confection
And the brass section…I mean…labrosones
Moves my core of cortisone
Now excess can melt off with ease
As I dance for him to appease
And I gently laugh in the moment
As the feeling radiates with that exponent

Painting

Rainbows

$150.00

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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 word...love!
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