From The Poet Laureate

Strange Bedfellows by Christopher Joyce

The new day dawns and your heart begins to stir,
Words of love linger on and you don't forget her,
You know the time again will comean she won't forget you,
You've no need to care about what you've set about to do.

With your love you've come to realize there more than yourself
You take your malice and jealousy and cast them on a shelf
You join as one and then you find we are all as we are one,
With no need to hurry or worry as you find time has come undone.

Within her eyes you see nothing,
No sign of emotional debris,
But what you feel is as something,
That you'd dream could never be.

Where there is one within a pain,
Real happiness you will find there,
Should two as one alone adore,
As lovers why not three or four.

If two is one why isn't four,
The same as one except for more,
If this love is pure and true,
Would this be something bad to do

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