UNSUNG

Love is an untold story,
a poem with life and little glory.
Love is like the wind,
unattainable but easily led by.
Its a magic and a grind,
playable for the shy.

Love is an unsung story,
a mystery to your mind.
Love is an unsung story,
its vision for the blind.

Who knows what works:
Is it flowers, chocolates,
or a letter with your name.
Is it edge, swag, smarts,
or be a man with fame.

How should I approach you,
deliver my lines to adore you.
What gestures are polite,
are you in fear that I bite.
Maybe you’re scared, holding on
to your past. You think I’ll
play you and bounce after the ass.
I’m a man waiting on my match,
shooting darts in the dark looking for my catch.

Love is an unsung story,
a mystery to your mind.
Love is an unsung story,
its vision for the blind.

– Raffaele Ray

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