I’ve
bottled up so much love in my heart
I
sometimes feel like I will burst
Unless
I can give it to someone
The cork holds it for now
I
try and relieve the pressure
By
giving small rations of it
to
the free world
of
wounded souls
with
silly random loving drive-byes
I
refuse to let the last man
that
broke my heart
be
the one
the
one last to know
a
love worth having, knowing
full
of laughter, sweetness and kindness
passion, mystery and discovery
There is one on the way
that
will be strong and ready enough
to
share a really good
pot
of coffee
in
a quiet dark corner
of
a sweet café & book store
and let me prove it.
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