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Love sonata
Oh how I would love
to write poems of flaming
love—singing songs stinging
the heart with arrow tipped words
shot from cupid’s quiver; but
today passionate tears of joyous
love have turned
into rivers of mourning
for loved children
shot by bullets
from angry guns of hate.
Always and forever
with love—perfect love
let us embrace the children
with protective pulsating passionate
love—binding them to us in life
as they daily walk the killing streets;
that the life they love will live
and we with it and them—not moaning
tears of heartache and lost;
but singing love songs:
glory…glory…glory…
And when love’s love
shall have won
and peace celebrates
the victory, I shall write
the many ways
you may count why and how
much I love you so.
