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By: Wayne Brown
The old memories of what was love long so remain
Much longer than the heat that kindles the flame
But when something is over and we measure the effects
Sooner or later we wonder…was it love or Memorex?
Lust can be an enchanting journey never-seeming to end
It bonds are easily broken so we are careful how we bend
We grab on to the physical while the emotional we neglect
Long after we wonder…was it love or Memorex?
That first kiss will send one’s head into a wild, twisting spin
Just the moment we think where true love will begin
The tender touch of the lips causes our hearts to connect
But looking back in hindsight…was it love or Memorex?
Tender moments with red wine and flickering candle light
Has a way of wringing out the lonely from our nights
We bind ourselves together and wait for love to inject
Then later when parted, we ask…was it love or Memorex?
Divorce declares no winners; all lose regardless of gender
The sheet gets ripped; forever torn; now way to mend her
And as we grieve the losses; pay them with last respects
Deep down we wonder…was it really love or just Memorex?
Love has a way of surfacing from the darkest, deepest depth
It survives harsh words and actions; all the tears that are wept
And when it is disassembled with the most intricate of dissects
One never has to wonder….is it love or Memorex?
So take heed to wisdom; learn from those who surely know
Know love when it shows up and never allow it to just go
Be careful with your heart in matters of the opposite sex
And you’ll never have to ponder true love and Memorex.
©Copyright WBrown2013. All Rights Reserved.
19 April 2013