Mean it's time to remind lost souls
To carefully unwind
And revisit cherished times
When love was once so kind
When Mother Moon dropped such a captivating warm smile
As wide as a nautical blue mile
Is it then they will know
Not to wait another second or a short while
Never to put Love on trial
But simply to embrace it and accept all it brings
Whatever your lifestyle
For real love has never always been for sale
Even for the brave willing to pay the hard price
For a taste of a forbidden paradise
Some say she comes like a cunning lone thief in the darkest of nights
Just wanting new souls to sit with and gleefully watch new scripts play out
New stories filled with happiness
Sadness or even blackmail
For
Fake love
Cheap love
Bad love
Hard love
Quick love
Every love but never true love
Some whisper and whistle
Has always been for sale
For finding true love is like clutching a Molotov cocktail
In a fast-flowing gale
And trying to keep it lit
Some say it doesn't exist and it's just an old wives tale
But trust me
When you've been burnt by that Molotov cocktail
You'll clutch on to it
With all your strength
Until your coffin receives
Its last stainless steel nail
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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