Hills of Lorelei

what you expected I have not given. forgive me not I have been gone you are barren for I gave little to fill your empty sea flowers will arrive nor fill your heart with love as you pray to the father above bewitching men below sending them to their death it is this lad who …

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Love in memorandum

love in memorandum, steven humphreys, poetry

A thing called love ever changing so many things to so many people crumbs of it followed to the main meal feasting of it eating a paltry portion in the midst of one lit candle one last rose a word describes its many faces and shades of color what is it? what is it not? …