07 February, 2012

Love Poem

Love this year is an aging model;
it has gotten wrinkled but is still full of sex appeal.

No longer is it patietn and unconditional,
but remains in-style like french eau de toilette.

Love this year has long hair;
it lies dark and tangled, unwashed.

No longer is it trying to impress,
but remains shiny and beaming like ribbons of light.

Love this year is plum-colored;
its hue is the rage in Milan and New York.

No longer do the past years give light,
but remain in the patchwork and season's demands.

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