Divinity Of Sorts
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Mark Heathcote
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Blest, aren't we with a divinity of sorts?
Isn't-life-following-some sort of grand design?
Love your love, isn't it a divinity divine
for me to take as mine and extort
in full payment, what is rightfully mine in kind?
'Love isn't just some rosy cul de sac
nor is it a brief roll-in-the-haystack.
followed by a momentary lapse-
of memory a confession, I've amnesiac
love is a divinity of sorts; well, perhaps.
If you don't believe me take a good look
look outside and humbly gaze in awe
stare at all these treasures and wonders in store.
If you sail down the Panama Canal
of your heart what a venture you'll entrepreneur.
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