I feel like I have seen them all
And buzzing around in black and wh
White socked into bleach of evils
They wish to break us all but
With divine intervention we surpas

A simple choice is a great certain
For her own sacred delight,
With love among all odds
And transparency among every refle
With death above usual peace,

Art of loving is a complicated Ar
it must not be too Abundant or too
and Moderation is an hard option t

When Pavarotti plays
On a timeless streak
And emotions flares
To caress lips and
Tongues swimming

Publish a book
Not pretense
Share the words
Not label
Write your thoughts

Why are they dressed in red and wh
A black long fur facing towards th
A gold button parting the blood an
Misery of their own existence, and
To please; they are slow nature of

The
Only
Normal
Thing
On

How deep
Can love
Swim
Or
How

Most of them
Lives here
But as a
Visitor I
Lecture them

There is nothing special
About being normal
If it be cheating,
Cheat
Or perhaps laughing, dancing