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Lips Sweet As Honey
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Lips Sweet As Honey

Poem By David Whalen

I need more than superstition,
To remove suspicions I have of love.

I feel as if,
I have been sentenced as a convict.
And I did nothing but wish to want to know love.

Some people can fall in and out of it.
THAT...
I just don't get!

Others need to know value and substance.
As if to become inducted into some hall of fame.
Either because of a name change,
Or a brain induced by temporary insanity.
And love does that.
The thought of it can make one crazed,
While possessed with excessive obsessed delusion.

Experiencing the depths of it can make one sick.
Especially when suggested remedies are not acceptable.
Like patience, virtue and loyalty.
Terms outdated but some say they work!

I need more than superstition,
To remove suspicions I have of love.
I just don't buy into this forever after stuff.
The minds of the people are just too corrupt today.

I feel as if,
I have been sentenced as a convict.
And I did nothing but wish to want to know love.
With the hope to explore the significance of it.
That's all.


Some people can fall in and out of it.
THAT...
I just don't get!
My mind, heart and soul has to be in the mix!
For me to feel it is legit.

I have been left feeling empty.
But no longer will I give my heart to someone,
Who returns to me an ice cold attitude.
Because I might be in the mood!
And they are plotting to remove me from their agenda.
I've been trained to recognize traps like that!
But love...
Is like playing Blackjack or shooting craps.

What a risk to gamble away like that!

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Brilliant! As always Lawrence! IT


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