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If Love is Alive, Then I am Dead
If love is everything, then I have nothing; my cupboards are full of dust and cobwebs.
If love is wholesome, then I am empty; my beach has neither shells nor crabs with the
sand is rough, rocky, and warm.
If love is real, then I am fake; my imagination replaces solid reality.
If love is out there, then I am lost; my map in this tangled jungle has done me no good,
where the wild creatures cuddle with one another, taunting me.
If love is like a diamond, then I am not precious; my sparkling crown is on another’s
head.
If love is alive, then I am dead; buried beneath the snowy grass near a bare tree.
And if love suddenly meets me at the coffee shop counter, then all I have to do is smile
and shake it’s hand, staring into those bohemian blazing blue eyes.
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