An improvised love poem

There’s so much love, right here in this room
that later i shall collect it with my broom and i shall put it in my pocket
and take it home and maybe rock it… There’s so much love in all these souls
that it could fill the biggest holes Once, i had an introspection
it almost gave me an … For it is love that we all seek
Me with my mouth, the bird with his beek For it is love that makes us fly
It makes us low and takes us high.

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