Last Word New Poetry Form - Love
‘LAST WORD’ POETRY LOVE'
it has transpired, my one true love.
I am possessed, writing poems,
words transcribed, my passion, my love.
Feelings for my wife, an omen,
that true peace, true love, can exist!
Extant life, lacks natural love.
Those that think it doesn't matter,
why look to the skies above?
Planet 'B', oh hopeful chatter,
that true peace, true love can exist!
Fear that greed will supersede love,
a normal life whence peace prevailed,
deeds of good, just a tiny shove
to show all, that what is entailed.
That true peace, true love, can exist...
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