It, the heart, is a relay of pleasure
While the brain, the share order dictates very measure
External organs, the messengers responding to stimuli
Making love a vacation not for leisure
Self-denying to excite your lover
Love in return, a salary so hot like lava
But it's optimum is a mystery
For no content of a human is seen but a cover
Love is a vacation with promotions from a worker to a boss
From which you can be fired as those who divorce
Or you can bond becoming antagonistic
A vacation where profits, the children, are valuable goals.
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