Heart Poems: Slice and Dice. .
Slice and Dice
Is love oxygen for solitude?
A need without substitute?
A granted wish demanding gratitude?
Maybe a solvent? Maybe a solute?
An equation hard to compute?
Stupidity very Real and acute?
Reason so obtuse, payment accrued?
Not concentrated but dilute?
Tyrannical and absolute?
Retarded, dumb and mute?
A general you hate yet salute?
Strange as they come but true?
The Real question is: Are YOU woman or man enough to pursue?
A poem about the complexities and thrills of LOVE
Funny how love makes us hurt And heart. . . .