Tonight I needed to take a little time and chillax. For that, my remedy was some of a Nickelback tune, and after listening, I was inspired to write a poem.

I guess it's always that desire I have inside of me. Something very strong. However, men do it to me as much as a woman does it to a man I guess. And if it's somewhere in between, then just read the last verse in each of the two stanzas.

The Fool he sits and waits alone
Upon the tip
That is his throne
When Woman comes to be his guest
Which kindles flames
Of Restlessness
Because of that
He's prone to roam
Without his meaning
And his home
And if it be his fate without
A wife, a mother so devout
Then pray he find a love so kind
That none such lack will ever mind.

The Fool she sits and waits alone
Upon the tip
That is her throne
She needle points with threads divine
And prays a lover she will find
Whose heart is pure and devious
That brings her babies to her breast
And if it be her fate without
A man so strong and armed throughout
Then pray she find a love so kind
That none this lack will ever mind.

Sandra Elstree - of Simplyscripts - Virtual World  


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