In college where I began dating my now ex-wife, there was an elevator up to the floor of her dorm. It was an old-fashioned elevator with a cage so that if one happened to stop between floors, one (hypothetically) could write poems on the exposed wall of the elevator shaft. Just sayin'...
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Oh my darling I love you
So much so that it hurts
But be it so forever more
For it's hurt with which Love flirts
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You are mine, my love so true
I ask not how or why
This love of ours should happen now
And last until we die
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Yin-yang spins around so fast
Exchanging both its parts
Two existing in one love
A melding of the hearts
~March, 1988
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