It’s a poem about love. It’s suppused to be shaped like an hourglass though I’m sure it won’t with the ads around it. Though that really doesn’t matter cause I wrote the poem oblivious to its shape it just end up that way.
How many hours in a day are you supposed to love someone to truly love?
Is love’s punch card set to a specific amount of time?
What about overtime is there ever too much?
Can love even be compared to a job?
Putting in just the right amount of time,
Staying not a minute more or less.
Sounds like lust to me.
Or should love be more like a hobby,
A dream something you always wanted to do
Even if it is said to be impossible to make into a career?
Whether it be seen as good, bad or impossible it what you want.
So you strive to achieve become one with what you see as perfection.
Spend every waking moment in love and dream of how you can give more.
Is that what love is, or am I just working overtime thinking about it?
You have a poetic, tender nature CTMHolliday..must be your glorious Piscean imagination and that Neptunian sense of beauty..this was delicate and refreshing..loved it 
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