Maybe love might shine the way.
When there’s nothing more to say,
To flag the depths of feeling,
Now unfurled.
Maybe love might show the way,
When there’s nothing left to say,
As words are drained of meaning,
In this world…
Maybe love will find a way.
Make the mind and heart obey,
And drive the lusty engine,
Of desire.
Maybe love will seize the day.
Ease the blight of night away.
Maybe love’s a passion play,
That fuels the fire…
Maybe love will write the plots,
Move the actors to their spots.
Maybe love will frame the shots,
As twilight’s fade.
Maybe love congeals and clots.
Maybe love’s like coin in slots,
And we’re brainwashed like despots,
Of bloody shade.
Maybe love has gone to pot.
Maybe love is one large blot.
Maybe love is all I got,
Maybe love or maybe not…
Maybe love might light the way,
At the edge of dawn and day.
Maybe love will hold the storm and tide,
At bay.
Maybe love’s a salt sea spray,
On the wounds of life’s dismay.
Maybe love’s a mad charade,
As weather’s grey…
Maybe love will guide the way:
Turning keys of DNA,
To set the spring of yearning,
Now uncoiled.
Maybe love defied will sway,
The cruellest doubters from their prey.
Maybe love denied will flay,
A troubled world…
Maybe love like dragons slay,
All the futile knights of clay,
That lay the siege and claim,
The right to stay.
Maybe love like steely blade,
Slits the throat of chance cascade.
Maybe love is unafraid,
As tethers fray…
Maybe love’s a hand-grenade,
Exploding lead in measures weighed.
Maybe love turns barricades,
Lies wait in ambuscade.
Maybe love from the first year dot,
Is always hot to trot.
Maybe love is all I got.
Maybe love or maybe not…
Maybe love like conquest serves,
All the hopes and dreams deferred;
A language now unheard,
And in decay.
Maybe love will gnaw the nerves.
Maybe love’s just too absurd.
Maybe love’s another word,
Or bad cliché.
Maybe love’s no load of rot,
That means so much: a lot.
Maybe love is all I got.
Maybe love or maybe not…
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