A Voice For Love to See
Forgive if my inner voice turns silent upon love.
Those who I talked to first trained it.
They seem to have had no conscience as to what love is.
They would rather speak harshly with their silent of its joy.
It is, also, possible of my repetitiveness caused it that way.
How am I to know the truth when they failed to speak?
I feel more falsely accused of my lack of their insight in the matter.
I could speak more glowingly of them if they displayed the same joy
But, it happens they chose to be silent instead.
I could tell you more upon what I love
But, it turns out they made me failed to speak up on it.
Would the dust wait to settle the ground before we speak of our love together?
We could instead wait after the ringing of the bell where six will be carrying someone away.
They might be seen wearing borrowed white gloves upon the escort of the ceremony.
If the military would took control of the matter,
They might have rifles firing off, as they will two fold a flag that once was on the box
And, pilots might be called in where one will leave formation once overhead.
They will end with someone playing a bugle as others lower the box in a six-foot hole.
I would not wish turn to on the love for you if that person were your friend
But, I would turn on my love if I saw you where I find a desirable love.
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