Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Desire



Desire
Love, Papa.

Of the heart you say
But it’s the mind that wishes to play
Yet the feeling’s what remain
Toys...maybe?
Travel...hmmm?
Prestige... perhaps?
Power...ahhh?
That chord which strikes
Within each their own
And brings fancy upon the recipient
Proves for all to see
What lies within the host.
Choose with care
Those objects of your desire.
Else the truth be known to all.
Love, Papa.

Please share Papa with those you love.

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