A Love or a Whim?
I know a mind is a fooler, a trickster,
I know our thoughts aren't always our own.
'I love you' can easily be self-deception,
'I want to have your kids' – a delusion, a fancy.
But when I can't breathe right in your presence,
When I feel gutted each time that I see you,
When I'm in tears after each of ours 'see ya' –
Is this a lie too? A whim? A mere folly?
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