lovers aren't made in school

A dance
Sight, smiles, hugs...
just like a metrical verse
quite a cruel knave
hunger in more ways than one
where love is fighting...
Fighting without resentment of death
Love is a sigh
or a wines high
Love is fishermen digging
or gardeners swimming
Love is music with new energy
or oldies in past's memory
Love is a billion hearts a dark sky
Love is definite
the time...indefinite
Love is everybody
or nobody unnatural
naturally unnatural
and that really is... the least of it.

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