Quatrain of Love Barnacle
Hanging on
I feel like a barnacle on the bottom
of a ship, hanging onto
you with great
romantic
interest.
I shall never let go, wish to be held
tight and forever, no matter
the odds of
a lover's
arrest.
Even as waves of misunderstanding
come flowing by, I shall
believe in you,
buoyant and
wet,
I am a love barnacle, I will cling to
you fiercely, you will
learn to love me
too, with no
regret.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10749
Hang
on
to
the
right
one
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