Your Typical Gushy Love Poem

The man who claims to know his mind is a liar.
The thing is a swirling cloud of misapprehensions,
Baseless beliefs, and self-aggrandizing folderol.
I ponder these thoughts as Haley approaches.
Am I in love? I'm thrilled that she's come. I'm eager
To hear what she says to me, but is the woman
Within who I want, or do I want the one within
Because she's inside such a beautiful shell, and my
“Love” is no more than a stratagem to keep it
At my side?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-05 at 23:43

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