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PERSONAL FEELINGS
You have heard in brief of love:
Of Sylvia ruled by taste and touch;
Of feelings roused by sight and sound;
But not about what passion does.
Now you'll hear of lesser love:
Emotion locked within the heart;
I'll try to strike an inner chord
Without pealing raw.
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There are those numb to feeling,
Poor creatures lost: hard and cold
With hearts of stone; callous; brazen;
You must keep them warm.
You must not let them shirk excitement.
You must help them get some thrills:
Make them tingle, tremor, quiver;
Let them thaw their icy selves.
And if you can't? Then you'll become
Just like them ... sober, staid,
Calm, composed, stiff and starched.
You'll become straight-lace faced.
For what's the peeing point
Of living life with a Rodin look
With dark Da Vinci staring eyes
And mouths forever crooked?
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