Keep Caution

Eyes wide open my heart leapt to the hope I was awash in.
I bridled all my feelings with the leather of keen caution.

Lady Luck’s a femme fatale I know better than to treat with.
Drunk from ardor’s wishing well she solicited her mean myth.

So here I am, back underground, peeking through my periscope.
Attending all with watchful eyes & nursing my forlorn hope.

It may appear to witnesses I’ve surrendered in defeat.
Though kissing frogs is sweaty work…which is rarely nice & neat.

So I await another chance to put my heart on auction.
Keen for love I may well be although never without caution.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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