What this evening had in store- Rooms and doors- Shut, closed- Locked in illusions- Opened issues- The WELCOME mat covered with dirt- Weathered and trampled on- You can’t solicit- The lover isn't home- Fresh roses- Sit in the cold- They’re meaning- Lost in the frost bite- Remind me why I know you- Love wasn’t an option- It was coming- Even if you duck and covered- You can’t change it- All the feelings set in stone- One day it’ll be an archeological find- Dug from the dirt- Or found at the doorsteps- On another day or night- Love will be they’re- It was there from the start- And be there till the end-Birth sign: Libra
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