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Ambushed Into Love

What started as a game
Has turned into something real.
The smiles, the flirts, the kisses,
though of humble upbringings,
have taken root - deep.

The soils of my heart are open.
Having seen the birth and death of much love
It has become periodic in its nature.
(But the surface always appears rich.)

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