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Thoughts
Author: Meridian Zuriel

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She's an object of sensual pleasure
But who can begin to measure
The depth of love, not lust
No one can

It's deeper than surface
Rooted like a tree
Firm and unshaken
Between woman and man

Why settle for less
Why be just a number
When worth is realized within
You'll ever know

That to not seek attention
To work less at getting noticed
That desperation is um, yeah
Heard someone say
Where did standards go

Doesn't missy know
That self respect is key
If that isn't learned
Then it would be
Hard to earn that desire
It's definitely one quality
To be admired

Feeling the need to overdo
To be "number one"
If there's a wandering eye
Then what harm is done?

If there's no betrayal
Or inappropriate behavior
Indecent communication with a third party
Then she owes herself a favor

If single, stay
Insecurity must drive one nuts
Wondering "what if"
Or "I hear you, but..."

Life ain't like the movies
Where there's a director and screenplay
Scripts actors rehearse
After being on-set, actors disperse

Back to their own personal lives
Living life beyond the screen
If I could be a fly on the wall
It's anything, but a movie scene

Shoot, life ain't like the novels
Where boy meets girl
You talkin' 'bout ways, habits, characteristics
Welcome to the real world

There's no cast, no camera crew
No producer, no credits
No makeup artist, no music composer
No takes, no do-overs

Don't talk about this much
But love I believe
Is to be nurtured like a new born
From the night to the morn

Protected and watered
As you would a garden
Letting it grow and blossom
Into a harvest of plenty

Plenty understanding, endurance and trust
Well, you know the whole nine
If two hearts are in rhythm
Then despite tests, they should be fine

But I believe it's a companionship thing
No wonder they call it a union
That's the operative word
How long before the heart is heard?

Well, philosophy and insight
Is all right and I love to dig deep
So deep that I'm scared of the answer
But it couldn't hurt to know

What hurts is self-reflection
When the person talking is seen in the mirror
Words of truth go down like Castor Oil,
But in the end, good for us though

And that I believe
Is a key component in growing
So talking love would support
The harvest that's showing

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