There is a love that I want
And yet, it is difficult for me to explain as to want.
This love has a beauty like no other.
This love is spoken to me when my love is unimportant
And, it does sadden me more than last time I saw my dad.
Puberty has very little effect to its importance
Nor, do the word spoken shape it.
You do need a special mirror in order to see this love
And yet, my attended friends give me little time to see it.
I could speak another love with more ease and bewilderment.
It tends to be spoken when a sailor is granted his liberty
Instead of waiting for him to get intoxicated when he feels that does.
This love does gain its strength at a funeral
And, it has a feel that it was more staged until that reality sinks in.
This love can be seen by any normal mirror
And, it gets some of its pleasure more on disrobing the clothes as to the truth.
The weddings could have a delight of a shotgun that can replace romance.
I could continue on with other shared delights
And yet, I might feel the tears would be of enjoyment that only alligators can make.
I could be seen as a child of the universe.
I would think more parallel as to being perpendicular or any angle with this universe.