MORE LOVE

MORE LOVE

 

Some may say that love will not endure

It’s too erratic and obscure

It moves too slow, and then it darts

 

But they didn’t know of me and you

Their knowledge only partly true.

For whatever motions love may conceive

Or the sound of someone else’s drumbeat

Love’s more important than the food we eat

It’s more important than the air we breathe

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