Love, like, love,or love, love?
I’m stranded and you gallop the way you lurk,
uncanny and ever-present.
I go pretty, and I fight my battle without you.
I wait and my delay days
number in line and linger like stagnant water.
I laugh, and my thunder rides again, then you
saddle searching stockman
reign me, to tight tie
Different than love, love.
I, eye your eyes
and seek search feelings,
showing your stand-out surface
use to lure me to