Half
Funny thing, this concept of "half"
Sometimes it's meaning just seems daft,
Like "half a truth"...
What truth is that?
Or "half in LOve"...
An almost chat?
Somethings can seem to be,
Betwixt real or not,
Other things you know have got,
To be true and 100% for real
Because you sense
and you feel,
If this is not real,
And I am merely
imagining this thing,
Than maybe I'll settle
For half a brass ring,
I'll ride this carousel
Till it grinds to dust...
But for me, the only thing..
To know, I must...
That we shared the same
Merry-Go-Round...
With LOve that
Will never unwind
So take my ticket...,
Master of my fate....
I'll ride this LOve
that will never abate
These wooden horses
Shall circle around, forever....
And not for one second,
Will I ever....
Abandon this cavalry of LOve
Because my LOve
Flies higher than
The most lofty
of God's
soaring dove.
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