THE MAKING OF LOVE
It started out as attraction
And there could never be a retraction
If it died, it was just lust
But if it thrived, Love’s alive
They tried so hard to beat it down
Dismiss it without a sound
Still, it would not stop expression
Head held low through the awful lesson
They said it would soon fade away
But it’s with me to this day
They said it was impossible
That I was in love with a fossil!
Why was I so endearing? they ask
It’s to no use, this task
Because my love is so huge
It only sees through their subterfuge!
Finally, they see my point
They see I can’t help it, we’re all joint
Of course there are physical limits
But at least now they’re letting me give it
For what good is withholding it?
Or punishing or even scolding it?
Because the love inside always wants to relate
It’s the making of love and not hate!
Love until the wrong seems right
Love each other with all your might
Love reality even when truth may hurt
Love completely if it must be curt
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