Fickle, selfish it might be to ponder
While to each other they’re cutely talking
Myself I know their bond’s not forbidding
People’s wishing to strike them a thunder
Sin they say, not naught but a man’s blunder
Bond against God’s blessing strictly blocking
They resolved holy marriage to mocking
Assumed it will not be, yes, forever
Men garbaged them but what about the men?
What about their spending, iniquity?
Men’s debauchery that is now and then
Worse than what the two did time and again
Not a sin because love’s ubiquity
So God certainly loves the two, Amen.
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Forces That Made Us Thinking
PoetryA celebration of free poetic expression of the sensible and the nonsensical life where invisible forces push and pull our ever-expressive beings.