If music be the fruit of love
Than shut up maestro, shut up,
Because those tunes have sprung this lie,
And I may give up on love, yes, give up.
If it is poetry that sparks the love,
Than it certainly has not worked yet.
I know love cares not of art of stars above,
And so far I've lost all bet.
Maybe get her to ask me who I love,
But I don't know how to, I wish I knew.
Should I be poetic and call her my dove,
Or should I strait up say "I love you"
Authors note: I wrote this some years ago.
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The Silent Words Now Spoken
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