Love Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

Replacements are every one
Reads strange but true
Your muse moves on
But you must cope
Roles are nothing
But subsuming silhouettes
Ideals with bodies, mouths and air
There is something between us
It’s in you, me, nothing and everything
Travelling generations, tribulations and constellations
Simpler than destruction
Purer than creation
Stronger than you or titanium
Symbiotic magnetic souls
Unknown but traversed many a-time.