Loving you is like trying to hold back a sneeze,
It's physically impossible.
The nostrils tingle with such sensation,
Breath stops for a moments time,
Then suddenly it happens.
Love, the thought of you in full bloom.
Often contagious, this reoccurring thought
Beckons for more.
Though the nose could never compensate what the heart feels.
This urgent sporadic need must be known
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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