A New Love

If it were possible to go back to the womb and be born again: I would not even come back, Not nearly by mistake. For there is nothing sweet at all, Though men of ancient days, Said love is sweet, But now theres no doubt; It has lost it savour. When i have not been born, Love was all and all was love; But i discovered it isn't all about love: Love isn't enough any longer. I have been taught a new love; This is temperamental and lacks patience, It knows flaws and not flowers. Its not strong for it cant endure pain. Its isn't rare no no its not scarce: It can be found anywhere anytime. On skirts and on trousers Black white and yellow Big back or big front Swollen pockets or connection. It is precious in the eyes of swine, Its value as that of a broken pot. The originals died with men of old. I detest the love of this generation! Oh!It is pure as a piece of clothes taken from the buttocks of a new born baby. -Amazing Heart