The Lady of the Neon Heart
Of all the girls I've ever known
There's one I've never tried to court.
Instead, transfixed, I wait and watch
The Lady of the Neon Heart.
A curious title, to be sure,
But well-deserved. I'll tell you why.
For when she's feeling amorous
The spark of Cupid's energy
Lights up her soul. The glow beguiles;
This Will o' Wisp leads men astray,
Forever wand'ring in the gloom,
When love's soft light has gone awry.
She neither crows nor mourns their fates,
Emotion'ly she's too inert -
Just like the gas by which she's called,
My Lady of the Neon Heart.
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A poem full of images. Everything is floating. It is a miracle how our world can be described so accurately in just a few lines. Syblols of ambiguity. Well done Maverick!!!
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