Modern Man - Modern Woman
How futile, how inane,
As relationships are chased,
With the modern homo-sapiens,
Love is often misplaced.
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All the relationships,
Over years I tried to nourish,
I sowed and wasted seeds,
That, sorrowfully, did not flourish.
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Faith however small,
Requires much care and toil,
But, alas, all my seeds,
Were sown in rocky soil.
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But I have had fire,
That intensely burned,
And though I’ve left,
No stone that was unturned,
.
Though I’ve felt,
That, truly, love was earned,
This labor of my love,
Sadly, would be spurned.
.
God told Adam,
Do not be sad or glib,
For your companion,
Will come from a rib.
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My father and mother,
I was told, I must leave,
And to my love, my spouse,
Hold dear and truly cleave.
.
But modern humans,
Place their reliance,
On modern schemes,
And popular science.
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Opposites attract,
And then repel?
Is it love or lust?
And who can ever tell?
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Is all revealed? We ponder.
Does God truly exist?
And how are we healed,
When love is sorely missed?
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True love insists,
That I must adore thee,
But God says,
“Have no god before me!”
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Why do so many lessons,
Come with so much pain?
And why is true love,
So difficult to attain?
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Genetically modified,
To suit their exquisite taste,
Modern love must fail,
It is such a sad, sad waste.
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~Micky Dee~
…3-20-13…