the measure I'm using is wrong
I look too deep inside
and quickly move along
it's not that I ask too much
romance and a hand to hold
seeking one that is true
a heart that is made of gold
do you think there are any left?
someone who'll rock my world
a kindred spirit that wants
and can make my heart unfurl
I need to lower the bar
the measure I'm using is wrong
I look too deep inside
and quickly move along
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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