Poem: Obsession

My latest obsession,
Joining a long line,
Of not so many passing fads,
My obsessions tend to stick,
Merely lessen in intensity.
From Here (Obsession) to Eternity

She sings like a tainted Angel,
Fallen but not too far,
A delicate fragile power,
A real soul, backed but not manufactured,
In tune,
Not on autopilot.

Not a virtuoso,
But her public saxophone rings strong,
Girl and guitar minus whimsy,
Brings a bite to her melody,

She hangs in the charts,
Like a original masterpiece  in a gallery full of fakes,
A refreshing  beauty,
To warm the heart,
To truly embrace the song,
You must love the singer,
Is your love big enough?

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