T.S. Eliot who wrote "The Love Songs" gave me those thoughts when I read his poem. Love has its cycle which is repetitive, like an adolescent to adulthood, like a seed to a full grown flower. You love someone from black to grey (hair is what I'm referring too) and true love has no bounds, no color lines, no religious preference.
Love By Jordan Simmons
Thoughts wondering, mind racingArm pits sweaty, nervousness pounding away in my chest
Wondering why I’m not thinking about her breast
I realized it was because I wanted to be
What beats in her chest
Her HEART!
Which I believe is so bright
It can shine through oil at night
I felt love from the start
I swore it was beating deep down in my heart
Would go to the edge of the earth and
Fall off just to have you
Will break my back and kill demons for you.
Just call me Tom Cruise on Oprah’s couch
For WHO? For YOU?
That special girl out there
The one I need to survive like no other
My love runs deep so deep
Some nights I can’t even sleep!
Because I want to be your heart and the
Reason why it beats.
Your love so sweet.
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