DAY FOURTEEN
LOVE IS RARE
There's nothing on the shelves that can compare
In supermarket heaven love is rare
My love is my night light but not my sun
She always paints her lips more rouge than red
But when she comes she comes more dull than dun
From every tippie toe up to her head
Rings of roses in purples reds and white
And too much powder she wears on her cheeks
My love is still my night light my delight
And when the morning comes that's when she speaks
Her wisdom goes before her this I know
But pound the streets and find another sound
Cos no one ever saw a goddess go
And when my baby walks it's on the ground
In supermarket heaven love is rare
There's nothing on the shelves that can compare
14042026/Shakespeare sonnet 130/end line rhymes
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