Re: love's like

Re love's like so 

   love's resembles banishment! ah i have rung four cities with the hope of uncovering a lover's hope

 prose to rose ose the bonne the depth of maid and maiden in made in Poland thy love was a buck.
No t'was a truck rubbing me against  a wall forlorn of any suit

  a furlong says Anti sharpening her tooths, the Muse's boot,
kicked you upstairs to the long heaven waiting your stare
                        simple belonging to piece of company
                                    and the sitter calling