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The Star Called Love

by

Alice C. Bateman

I have a tree inside my heart

With multi-colored branches

Inside a heart that's torn to shreds

With one too few romances

 

One too many that were wrong

And none that's right, so far

But that doesn't stop this questing tree

From reaching for that star

 

The Star called Love

So seldom seen

So seldom touched upon

 

The Star called Love

Elusive, bright

That vanishes with dawn

 

Is there true love

In this sad world

Does this state e'en exist?

 

Is there true love

In this sad world

Is there really bliss?

 

I just don't know

Not anymore

If these are merely words

 

Or something harmful

Drugging, deep

That makes our life obscured

 

Is there, out there

One man for me

With my name upon his heart

 

One man who'll nurture

The tree of me

From whom I'll never part?

 

I keep believing,

Hoping so

I keep alive

The Inner Glow

The Light of Me

So strong and bright

The Light of God

In deepest night

Not yet extinguished

Though they try

Subversive ones

The bad one's spies

But Honour

God

And I

Will Win

For We

Are One

And We're

Not done

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