I Promise
Love, I promise....
I'll stick to you like a gum
On the fabrics of wool,
Holding unto it with lungs,
Strength and conscious pull....
No?
Gum?
If tended carefully,
As a lamb tends its sheep,
Or sheep its lamb:
Like the dimmed's searched by lamp,
Twill surely clean off, rub off,
And like from a military zone, keep off...
And tend as a Phantom-ic Mirage...
Oh, I'll stick to you,
Like stripes, not wool,
Stubborn stripes on the cloth:
Tiny ones;tinier than the throat...
That no matter how washed,
It's glows and brush....
18:09:17:19:00..
Note: To the one I'm in love with...
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