I do not require
Obsequious muse or praise,
To win over my attention
There is an easier way.
No showering of presents
Pontificating of goodwill,
Or wanton sensuality
Could stir this heart from still.
What fires up my instincts
More than any pleasantries,
Is knowing deep inside my heart
You feel the same as me.
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