My Love Is Real: The Lyrics

My Love Is Real by Joachim Uerschels

I admit he’s a better poet than I am
His words are floating through the sky and
His rhymes elaborate, his rhythms tight
Designed to make you sigh
He’s nominated for the Booker Prize
By the same people who often write
My poetic licence should expire
Unless I revoke my style
My poetic licence should expire
But this should not matter to you
When you think about what to do ’cause

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My love is real
Can’t you see how I feel x2

My words seem clumsy by compare
No hope in open poetic warfare
His arsenal of weapons is just too big
So here is Guerilla tactics
Here is Guerilla tactics
Where I grew up there was no time
For tautologies and pure rhymes
No hyperbole we spread lyrical terror
We rhymed barefoot and acappella
You’re still thinking ’bout what to do
Can’t you see he’s too good to be true and

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He’s a famous writer I suppose
He has written for you poems and prose
He reads to you from the “Metamorphoses”
He talks about roses and other roses, but

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