What Is Love
The Ultimate Game
Dig'n down deep, to keep you up on the biz, just what true love and all that it is, how can it be more when I feel like this?
It has to be more than a bird and some bees, doin' it up in the tops of the tree, that drag you down hard on your knee.
Can some-one in the know, tell it to me, (PLZ)?
Who made the rule to play, to only have it one way, left with not much to say, and no-one to show you the way?
Why is it that some are only in it for fun, then they pack up and run, make me feel like a nun, like my spin has been spun.
They play like it is some sort of game, and call it off - due to rain, what a huge, dumb ass pain, like a shot of gin in my vein.
I have made many a wish on that lone far - off star, for the sun to come back, even I see that the scar, left a rust mark on the rack.
The game of love will make its mark on your soul, all the way to your core, till you can't take any more.
If you are ever to win, that rare "gift" - fly off, take the risk, you just need to be bold and soar.
So, let go of the tear and the fear that you face, let love pave the way for you to win at this race of, a' more'
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Awesome!!!♥️♥️💕
The game of love will make its mark on your soul, all the way to your core, till you can't take any more. This line resonated so deeply with me. Loved your poem!
Now that was fun, rappin' Kelli.