Fools' Ideals
If Love is the fortune then loneliness is the plague,touched by one and beaten by all...
A mere brush of a gentle hand or touch of tender lips,
or betrayed by one whose attention draws anothers' hips.
Love is kind, Love is cruel... to be without is a folly for fools!!
We can live with the pains or starve without, Love is the one thing
we cannot live without. Whether the Love of a sensual partner or
a beloved cozy pet, it is beyond comprehension that we live our
lives unwed... wed to ideals or to someone we adore
it all comes down to what or who we want more...
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