T.S. Eliot, the Love song, my response

I choose not to steal words from your mind to my write,

I thank You,

I understand,

An old soul grown old, they change but I remain,

Trapped in thought,

Dreaming of the chase,

The man caught in the middle, chased by the spotlight and never disappointing. Work but what for, always the best and more.

A shared story of life

A shared thought of loss

Trapped in a place of infinity

A repeated echo of knowing; which ending to proceed living toward.

Its all fun and games;

Then you fall in Love;

With a foolish smile, I go on my days.

I still hear the earth sing, to tease their sounds.

a dance for you; waited too long, did I??

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