(in answer to Joan Hambidge)
It's as if constantly we do have a new travel-plan
where they do prohibit me access to you:
undesired stranger is stamped continually
when inhumanity in love I do resist
and when on your insistence I find new direction,
then you do change everything and so suddenly against me,
that words and deeds do constantly resound
when they do drive pass me and it cuts through me.
Children are sabotaging our love.
Outside butterflies flutter when we try again.
No person wants to keep going to and thro:
I do consider to terminating all journeys
and if forever I do hijack you away from them
it could make the situation much better.
[Reference:"Love is more beautiful, the second time around" by Joan Hambidge.]
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