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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 |
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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