As subtle as the Spanish guitar,
Strumming gently on a summer’s eve.
As natural as the spring birds,
Returning from winter leave.
As powerful as a wild horse,
Galloping its unobstructed course.
Swimming with the night stars,
As free as a man behind bars.
As true as the love in a haters heart,
The runners fight for gold, right from the start.
The suns spectacular reunion,
With the earth, in nightly communion.
This is how I love you.
Please tell me what you think
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A series of beautiful metaphors, lovely.
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There are some excellent lines here, a finely penned piece throughout...and, yes, I would agree--enigmatical! bravo...
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