Divine Master Plan.
Soren threw the blackened skies,
Like an enlightened lightning strike.
There flies a fireball from mages fingers.
Though back-thought formed, something lingers.
Wishes of kisses. A Missus for dancing.
Prancing ponies never been;
But I can dream of anything.
Lists of lustful needed things.
Poet’s poet about love like it’s living.
Not a thing left to give when you’re giving in.
Only got one view. It’s forward.
Write me a funeral story foreword.
I need to be write with everything that I right,
For I am so wrong, so often, so stupid; try as I might.
Cupid’s arrow is a thing, I saw it in the movies.
Boy meets girl stories are the kind that move me.
I told you I could write a love poem easily.
When you are not trying the words flow freely.
So here is something we can all understand...
It’s a divine comedy we live in,
Not a Master Plan.
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