Dear Heart – don’t be
afraid for me -
I’m not a
probability.
It’s only Love that’s
softly spreading.
Like the guests
joined at our wedding -
A wondrous, human
melting Pot
Of Wilde and child –
we’ve got the lot.
The ebony, the ivory;
The special Song that’s
you with me.
It’s just some naughty Nature growing –
Ponder at what she’s
bestowing;
A warning of the Herd
mistake
That followed
footsteps of the Fake.
Stay on our Magic
Carpet ride –
It’s better with you
by my side.
For we must have our
kismet kiss
And know and take Fate as she is.
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