It's Not Love - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
If you listen long enough
To his words like finest wine
Believing all that stuff
Makes you drunk with crafty lines
Disoriented and lose balance
Rather tipsy with the choice
He may think he has a chance
When with stupor, lost your voice.
For the wary may close eyes
But the mind is clear above
Deceit may try to hypnotize
But the truth is... it's not Love.
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