This poem is an idea;
This poem talks about love.
This poem is a silver bullet.
This poem is open to numerous ideas;
Ideas are water and ideas are wings.
Ideas somewhat can humble a being;
Ideas shall help fulfill our dreams.
Ideas no matter how odd or even;
Flow through mind like river stream.
This poem talks about aspects of love;
I heard that love is a battlefield.
It requires a certain amount of hope;
Through difficult times we learn to cope.
For love is but a growing garland;
Its not for sale nor up for bargain.
This poem is like a silver bullet;
Aiming straight towards the heart.
Sooner or later the clouds shall part;
In constant stars we read such art.
Inspiring us all to reach out and touch;
To believe in oneself right from the start.
This poem has spoken about ideas;
This poem strives to honor love.
This poem has shot a silver bullet.
Form: Boomerang Metaphors
Posted for Play it again @ Real Toads
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