…LOVE & POLLYWOOPUS….

A BUNCH OF POLLYWOOPUS!

At first, love starts off by giving the HEEBIE-JEEBIES.

… Fake promises & commitments

… true feelings & emotions

… and a bunch of POLLYWOOPUS!

Soon enough …

Love begins to feels like the falling wood of a house on fire.

And none can dim the fires fierce and special glow

Or change its destiny.

They say true love speaks in tender tones

And hears with gentle ears.

I say, love speaks with DEVASTATING HORRIFIC tones

And listens with BLASTING ear drums.

Like entwining the heart of an APHRODITE

In long THORN stems,

But none could be blamed other than the heart of

A condemned CASANOVA

In which, no shame or pity casts over INAMORATA.

The best and most beautiful thing in the world cannot be seen nor touched.

They must be felt with the heart.

Love no longer becomes the HEEBIE-JEEBIES in your stomach,

Nor the HUSTLE and BUSTLE in your heart

..love..

            ….just a bunch of

                                    …POLLYWOPPUS!

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1 Comment »

  1. parrishka Said:

    What a gorgeous poem!!!

    It’s given me a serious case of the polly-woops!!!

    thank you :)


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