Pete, for Short
By Peter Scott
Contaminated
The mighty passion of
Love has struck again
Fresh as peppermint
I choose to sing
Yell out to the
World
So large
Originality counts for nothing
But for once
I do not care
I am in love
Said before felt before
Every song rings with reminiscence
A reminder of times past
This poem's roots
Planted in a different tree
Transcended by the feeling inhabiting me
Life comes through
I am in love again
Another connection made
With the opposite sex
Every person grand
It just takes a while
Clamping my foot to the following
For me to make your true acquaintance
When I do
You will know
For an angel shall be caught
Trapped in your pocket
A memory of the past
To guard over the future
A body to cry on
Wipe your tears away with
I will be there
As you are for me
Parent to my emotions
House of my life
Just for a time
For like a parent
You must bear the burden
Of watching me grow
Spread my wings
Fly off into the clouds
Visiting sometimes
Yet still gone
Living my life
While you live yours
No sorrow
Only joy in the memory
The time when I fell in love.
