Take Love Off Shelf

Ache all over, body sore here.
Seems to die now, fading somehow.
What can I eat? Bend, move my feet.
Exercise some, might bring back one.

Is life over, no green clover
To lie in there, to express care?
No new arms warm, to hold and learn
Her body's charm, she in my arms?

Am I too scared, just unprepared
To ask for love, my task above?
Disintegrate, is this my fate?
On the downhill, road to death's chill?

Seems too early, for death's stirring
And I resist, want to insist.
Stand up and fight. Exercise might
Bring back my health. Take love off shelf.


Take Love Off Shelf
by Loveson G. Flower
Monday, 5:30 AM 9/8/97
home in bed