Always will have to be that way,
our lives are meant to adjust
changing manners of the mind,
body & soul know we are alive.
Our organic response to bleed,
an aching beyond our own desire,
the passionate response still alive,
our heart would cry for the soul.
In the morning wake to sweet song.
Our body needs to breathe in peace,
perhaps a gasp of melody in respect,
how often can we feel a coming sigh.
Glance outside in night sky a swoon,
for might she know her beauty bloom.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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