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Love Flows
by Joe CramerLove flows through me like rain
Beating against the broken window pane
That is my heart. Red and luscious,
Like a strawberry picked in late spring. Delicious,
Ripe and oh, so succulent.
Then why, oh why, this melancholic lament?
Love pours through me, rain on my heart
Never to end, never to depart. 02/14/1979 Posted on 12/20/2006
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/20/08 at 04:00 AM This one reads like one who has a truly tortured romantic soul.. something I can relate to on a personal basis...aloha..;-0 |
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