Love is illusive in my existenceI see it in the distance still
White roses and kisses
Sail across time
Yet it is all out of my reach
There are no flowers that don't wilt
And beaks peck rather than meld
Love just stops for the disenfranchised
Our sail just doesn't fly
Our kite is snagged in the power lines
Our access to beauty
Is in the gnarled
It is something for the white doves
It is alien in my heart
The white lightning illuminates my room
The flow up thunder shakes my resolve
And I can feel the palpitation of no more
Pure love and doves are no more
They belong to the franchised
I am nostalgic and envious
I am no more
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