Shape poem

It will

have

to be

a long

 narrow

road

that

 leads 

nowhere

and yet that

is not what I want

to follow

and so

this long and winding road will come to an end like all things

And am I glad that nothing lasts forever  and forever, not at all, nothing lasts forever except what matters and counts and do you know what that is?

It is LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

Love that they say makes

the world                                                                             go round

and round                                             and round

and round                     and  round

and why should it be?

 Why?

 

 

 

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