The Beast you Made.
____________
Yes Love..
I am A Beast..
The Beast you
Made.
The Monster
nurtured in your
Cradle..
while Taught to
see it's Grave.
_
But when Songbirds
Die it does not
mean the End of
Song..
For there is a Variety
of Music in the World
which carries on.
_
Thus the Beast
you Made shall
Love again soon.
And Know once
more the Art of
Laughter shared
beneath a Smiling
Moon!
For The Heart
cannot be strangled.
(when it congregates
with Angels.)
j.stephen.h.
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