An Ode to Love
Love has the tendency to sound so sweet
But, why does others want me experience it with pain?
I have felt it nicely when helping an old lady across the street.
I cannot image that Noah enjoy listening to the rain
But, he used a raven before the dove.
I heard desired love from those who don’t need my love with less strain.
I am not asking much to hear love from those who need my love
But, they make me ponder what ever happen to that raven?
I cannot imagine a love that does not fit like a glove.
I must scurrying to find a decent haven
But, must I worry about the rains melancholy beat?
I guess that I have to endure this life as if directed by Wes Craven.
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