Introduction; Ballad poem - Song of Songs
Treatise of love can vary, that has no song for me if it’s too much of academia and intelligence. But I know how it may go. Below is a tentative list.
Luxury for self-cocoon: Lovers find a love to fall in. Luckily, happy moments are upon them along with the ecstasy of union in unison. Soon, an unsaturated or insatiable longing for the search for a fulfillment will re-bounce. Welcome back self-cocoon in luxury.
Economy resolves melancholies: No unsaturation in this case. But, funds matter to live well. Compensational aspects are considerably large if love to be an off-set value for the deficiency in capital (no metaphorically, if so, only at the slightest degree) resources (materially only) is absent. Live in lux, then be bored.
Economy controls fatalism: Not traditional match makers for arranged marriages. The norm precedes as soon as it is made in the circulative demandes, definitively construed by experts. Love? Qu’est-ce que c’est cela? Never heard of.
Best sellers dictate love: What is love? Romance. Fate. Encounter. Pre-conditioned is a life as my life, oh busy, fun, busy, fun, busy, fun, and go on so and so on. Then, rapture and rupture. Or, rapture and settlement. Or, rapture and endless rapture. Or, rapture and ceased rapture, then to find the love for more rapture. There is no time slot there, if not a genre for it. Too different when said is a condemnation to declare. Readers are ready to burn your oeuvres.
God suggested love:… according to Sacred Scripture and many Saints. In a view of a radicalism, marriages with no kids are blasphemies. At this point, the politico-socials jump in to say. That’s the issue of choice! Is there any other opinion? Anyone? Yes, I know, I’m an outcast-fool who should be in a probe in its suicide mission in space.
Paternal love only can beat the porn powers: Okay, I believe you, I’m just a woman.
Tempers of love to evaluate: The more you love him, the more you should be prone to be jealous. Clear and straight like a paper knife. All desires to cut it into are directed to psychiatrists. Moderation and temperaments. Otherwise, rumble up this pair, jealousy and therapy Which will lead you to an epic making minimalism of the modernity amoureuse. Soon the huge success would be in your hand. Shuffle more if you have other cards.
Treatise of love can vary. It can sing for me only with wondrous tunes in unknown tones. How to find them is another story. Who needs poets? Everyone and no one want this kind of poet. What kind is spoken of is other story, entirely. Here! This is the point of a precision at which you may want to consider leaving this site if you don’t like all pieces of “too different”.
(courtesy to google images of medieval manuscripts: Song of Solomon (Song of Songs)
Song of Songs
1 I want his kiss I miss so much, his kiss When did we kiss at the last, Oh the very last time? Tobacco odors, taste of grass, we ate none, on etoiles we slept Rolling memories, slash, trash, cut and go I wish he's here, I want to be his, Oh his, how ardently! On my deck, water flows Shuffle it with other cards, if any other Sliding memories, slash, trash, cut and go Fifty cents magnets, faux crystals for the Christmas Baby, pretty How lovely, Babe Love, your very first Christmas in September Trash poles, bent and crippled under How sincerely, we fell into love with our folly At that night, I dreamt in the dream wondrous Glittering, shining, circle dancing glass snowmen magnets Fridge here, open the door, all galaxies splash out in star ways That's why all girls want to be his I want his kiss I miss so much, his kiss When did we kiss at the last, Oh the very last time? Knees close, warm winds That's why I want him to hide from all girls Peebee, Beep, Beep, Beep, Peebee No, no, no, none of nonsense This woman's crazy We're gonna call Ambule Police asap, Peebee Windows, windows, windows Women are passing, girls are right there Who's most looking like a cat-walk high model? 2 Honey, I only saw you I want you to be mine, in full forever Ever like gone never gone a love tale We'll win, told you, it wasn't a pep talk simple I am no pretty as other women I am no young as other women My mom was a bit of much too strict I had jerks, I thought that's love What's about your man? That hurt me like stubbed Oh, my dear, you're my man only you are But you know, we promised We can let no one down or we will lose, ah we will Peebee, Beep, Beep, Beep, Peebee This couple is too dangerous, too different We're gonna call Ambule Police asap, Peebee 3 When my lover is with his men He looks like a war chief The whole town must be safe His troop is watching over toward the sea My girl's hair shines when sun's upper She looks like a wild flower wherever she is My girl recites her poems for me at night We sleep holding our bodies tight straight through the night How well he knows all streets and alleys in town! Every one recoils or greets when he's passing He disappears at one corner to appears from the other He runs like a wolf with wings 4 The land of my heart is burning on fire The sea sways, stars fall I call your name I awake and go into the night to look for you The night watch says Lady, it's late for you to wander alone You don't even wear shoes Night goes filthy when you carry fire in your heart True, my feet's injures, blood on When did I step on the sharp edge, I didn't notice? The pointy noise, the broken glass How nice to see you again, oh dear, snowman magnet there! Whose tears drop on? Mine or the snowman's or someone else's? Cold night with laughing winds What are you looking for, Old woman? I don't even my shawl Who stole it, I lost it when? Winds become icy, I shiver In dark alleys loves play, many chuckles or panting hard 5 Was it a dream or it was not? I was dreadfully tired, threw myself on the bed Winds call me, trees whisper, someone tries to open the window Honey, let me in, it's cold here outside Is it a dream or it is not? I already washed my feet The doors were locked, the keys were off Popping up memories, slash, trash, cut and go Oh, Honey, let me in, my hands are already wet in the cold rain I rushed to the window My heart beats like crazy than ever in fever He was a creature of night alike, burning fire 6 No passion, no illogic, neither incomprehension nor apprehension The case should be closed Folks meet to discuss the matter We should close the case forever My dear! He was taken for the medicalization Our love was painted over by their tale Moral fable as they prefer by and by their decision What are you trying more to look for, Old woman? The case was closed. Kids, young girls run into candy shops They got an idle! The deal was given for the case was closed What do you want to do more, his Honey that is me? Yet at night, he comes to the window Honey, let me in, it's cold here outside Winds call, trees whisper It does no matter, but for whom? The movie is about to launch, that's based on a true story as said It is about his life, miracles, the town and his women But does it matter for whom, that should be me Yet at night, he comes to the window Oh, Honey, let me in, it's cold here outside My hands are already very wet, let me in We'll sleep holding our bodies tight straight through the night 7 Let us start over, for I miss his kiss so much, his kiss CD's ready, tonight I play the music Or do you want my poetry? Night runs, do does the sky as I wrote Brandenburg Concertos if you like No romantic interpretation, but the fast, crisp, and sharp cut version How about Vivaldi? Two violins concerto in A minor, my favorite, RV522 Later we'll listen' the radio, together You do a played mock, a long shoot at one shot We laugh, we are happy, 'cause we are together No more slash, trash, cut and go, 'cause we are always together We're together as we promised 8 Today we are together on road, autumn sparkling high sky I in the open Volvo vantage, painted in salmon pink over He on the brand new sport bike, power motor, pepper red On the seashore line, we kiss, apple tree fragrants on our tongues Beep Peebee candy colored vehicles in a procession Milky clouds in silver chase one other, winds are lofty Ambule Police is cruising, Beep Peebee feel secure Beep, Beep, Beep, Peebee, this couple may be okay, fine to go 9 Let us fly on a highway ride I in salmon pink painted over the vantage open You in pepper red, thundering flash, fast than ever I don't zigzag but dash to catch up You slow down, then all cars are in enormous Oh! See the lovers, how cool Shooting stars now in the sky, blue purple over black and beautiful Ocean waves are caressing sand, rocks, all dirt of the day away The night in the eternal, crashing at each moment when we kiss 10 My dear, until when these marvelous things continue, when ends? Oh, Honey, I want you to be mine, in full forever Ever like gone never gone a love tale My girl's hair shines when sun's upper She looks like a wild flower wherever she is How splendid my lover is! He runs like a wolf with wings Song of songs, love wondrous