For how long have I been searching for the one, Ms. Right, instead of Ms. Right Now, because I have believed in love? Love Her Less… do I need to even love her at all to make love to her, makes one wonder.

She’s mine
But don’t call her love
The sun will shine
After a time
And it will be too much
Or not enough
I can never find

My heart
That girl wasn’t either
Give me her heart not her beaver
Suppose cupid isn’t smart
Lust is a little less
Love is a big mess

Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

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