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Domestic Bliss
by J.D. Smith
If my smile was a valley
It would’ve been endless
At least that is what I used to think.
I don’t need the vastness
Anymore than I need your praise.
If my heart was a racehorse,
It would’ve won by a landslide.
That was before my eyes met yours
Every day of every week.
Now its pace is constant.
If my feet were wheels,
They would’ve traveled the world for you
That’s what they’ve always known
And will always remember
Because they will never lose their momentum.
For it is my job to do the most
For my eternal and my peace.
This is why my feet will never expire.
Their endless rhythm will continue
long after the world has met its end.
So long as my lips still curl,
My heart still thumps,
And my feet march by,
Through the valley of life
And pass the steed of death.
You may refrain from calling me lover,
And instead call me friend.