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His Love

His repeated petition for love caught my heart by utter surprise.
His mysterious heart remained incarcerated by lust and a trajectory of deceitful lies.

His artificial love magically strolled confidently on the scene, whenever He became angry with Cupid for a misguided conquest
or Aphrodite’s misconstrued beauty that went unmet.

Mama forced him to spend his earlier years, camped out on cracked, wooden pews,
internalizing foreign messages about a God that He never really knew.

Now that his manhood gradually exceeded puberty and his heart beat for love infatuation,
there was no solid foundation to withstand- no trace of genuine relation.

He failed to wait patiently and seek guidance from “The Great I Am,” Alpha and Omega.

His “love fallacy” was nothing more than a teenage embellishment of 
superficial procreation.
Searching for love but lost in the mix of modern-day cohabitation.

His love suffered many premature deaths.
He knew nothing of genuine relationship,
he leaned into the wrong help.

His close comrades were good for shooting the breeze with a fling or two,
but mention “real love” and none had a clue.

He was obnoxiously smitten with her peculiar intellect 
but that wasn’t quite enough to satisfy his erotic flesh.

His manhood grew increasingly impatient, waiting for her to compromise and agree to relations.

So moral of the story that’s been told.

Now you see, why his love proved to be,
just no good for lil ole me.

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