This Poem was Submitted By: Adam Bentley Eckels On Date: 2000-05-26 22:47:53 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Fool's Paradise

     Though I'm putty in your hands   I quietly craft you too   From everything you want   To what I need from you   I think you are aware   And sometimes even see   That by the pores you knead me through   Your love's fulfilling me   So we shape and shift each other   But never in a knot   I'll relent when you don't feel to   So our friction won't get hot   And I know you'll keep me warm   Should my clay get cold   Cos no one moves me like you do   Or has a better hold   Throw your hands around me!!   Let me hear your beating heart!   I'll love you until forever   Or til death do us part!   And though you never tell me   I know you love me too   Cos they say that words spoken too often   Are those that just aren't true

Copyright © May 2000 Adam Bentley Eckels

Additional Notes:
This is a resubmission to correct a typo. Meter is intentionally compromised in a few places. Usage of "cos" intentional to complement simple, pet (endearing), ingenuous effect. Interpretation of my former submission, The Tree: boastful pride brings assured demise


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