Drive, don't dive
This veil hides the highways
and the deep dark seas
Drive for love, drive with love
Dive as motion, not emotions
This key keeps da meaning
and ya sweet measures
Dive with love, not at love
Watch and catch, be not a rhyme
It is story, it is song
Face da race is not a tale
It is reason, it be real
Listen to the Sailing Sage:
Be in love, be of pace and pant
Be on to capture as be captured
in ya drive to da Summit of LOVE.
If you read the tabloids and yellow press these days, there is no mistaking the meaning and meanness of love. Splashed with verve, venom and vim you are served hot, sizzling , snazzy and suffocating stuff. And it pays! It pays players and peepers, at once. Amazing.
If you watch the soaps, there is little left to imagine anymore! Mean-Street is merging quite lustily, even lusciously, with Main-Street. And there be no qualms, no outrage, alas!
Yet, dear trifler, LOVE makes da WORLD!!!
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