If I have ever loved at all
Well, I guess I must then say
It's not the sex or kisses that
Make love, or anyway
I do not think that skin or acts
Can make a feeling known
Though yes, it makes for quite a time
The dopamine when breasts are shown
No not the skin but what's beneath,
The pump from whence true love does come
The organ found beneath our ribs
Tells all of where this love thing's from.
...but look again just inches up
Where true emotions are made up.
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