Connotations of the heart

The thing about a love poem

is that one really has to be there

wherever that may be for them

firmly planted or in the air,

and when one comes to grips with it

nothing’s the same in sight or sound

the world is a soft pillow of rocks

with everything spinning around,

when you have it make it last

whether the first or one of many

because some folks never find it

leaving their heart a strange form of gritty.

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