This Poetry. I Never Know

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.

I’ve Been Looking For A Long, Long Time, For This Thing Called Love, I’ve Ridden Comets Across The Sky, And I’ve Looked Below And Above. Then One Day I Looked Inside Myself, And This Is What I Found, A Golden Sun Residing There, Beaming Forth God’s Light And Sound.

Have You Ever Gotten Breathless Before From A Beautiful Face, For I See You There, My Dear.

Peaceful Is The One Who Is Not Concerned With Having More Or Less.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.