Love Is A Heavy Load That Few Can Carry With Ease

Love loves love.

It begins and in life’s mirrorĀ notices itself.

Turning in on itself, over and over.

Admiring, purring, growing.

Love loves itself or nothing else.

Splashing, playing, sometimes naying.

Love loves love.


Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



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