His girl My girl
Isn't that cute! She's in to me.
But, lost in love herself!
She's like a wave of mixed emotions,
crashing violently against a rocky reef.
Strong is her approach.
And just as certain, her away.
Just lost in love.
Ruthlessly, she beats at an almost
impenetrable wall.
Built in ancient times by
hands without hearts.
Love is a maze! And she is so lost.
And with every storm, she is there.
Beating down on the healing
white sands.
Raping them of there dry.
There, though lost for certain.
Finally, when the storm subsides.
And she reseeds back to the deep.
The beaten shore begins to heal.
And even still, she is only lost!
By Keith L. Smith
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