Like a shining sunset, without a hue
Or a single, unlaced raggedy shoe
Like a seeing eye dog who cannot see
The beauty of love has always eluded me
Like a snowflake narrowly missing a tongue
An off-key note, just barely sung
An almost green tree, just in bloom
A hardly bristled wooden broom
Like a strait-jacket patient who can still wiggle free
Love has most often avoided me
Like a hanging rope, just a tad bit loose
Or a barely, kind of, sort of truth
Love is something I’ll never see
Love means almost nothing to me.
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Submission Name: Almost
