The Roving, Ronin Hare

I'd like to express these feelings of mine I believe it's now the proper time You often make me laugh and smile And I guess that's a sign I don't know if I'll let things be But I believe I am now ready From today to infinity I wish it'll be you and me You don't need me to be impressed You are never ever less Whether you wear baggy clothes or dress I like you nevertheless As I write this tonight I will sleep tight Tomorrow I'll see you smile When you read this poem of mine There is so much to unravel I wish to know you well Please, please do tell Everything behind your shell As I end this poem, Doctor Boo There's something you ought to know That I want you and me to grow For I very much love you so ~ Randall Hare , 10:45 pm 20 July 2021

  I do not desire nor wish To go down the depths Of the forlorn abyss Where anger is all that’s left   I do not desire nor wish To be cursed forever By those who should reminisce While I’m roasted in ember   I may never be flawless But like anyone else I’d love to live eternally In nothing but lavish glory   But what if I’m not chosen Among the lucky few To set foot on heaven And savour its graces too?   If my last destiny Is that of misery Forever condemned Over and over again   I’d still ask forgiveness For all my sins, decadence And all of my vices Over and over again From today and hereafter I’d humbly acknowledge Everything from my bad to worst Any and all of my errors!   A word of truce I wish this will be To whoever reads this poetry If it’s all needed to be at peace Please, please forgive me

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