love, like, love,or love, love?
Love, love
I’m stranded and you gallop the way you lurk,
uncanny and ever-present.
I go pretty, and I fight my battle without you.
I wait and my delay days
number in line and linger like stagnant water.
I laugh, and my thunder rides again, then you
saddle searching stockman
reign me, to tight tie
like, love.
Different than love, love.
I, eye your eyes
and seek search feelings,
showing your stand-out surface
which you
use to lure me to
love love.
Love.