She's developed
Love sickness
For a long while
She's been agitated
And her nights restless
From ensuing anguish
She is unprotected
And too damn helpless
She's got no antidote
For this contagious
Incurable passion
Set in motion
She always thought
Love was out of fashion
But wanted to know love
For not remaining loveless
And living in devotion
She had no slightest notion
Of suffering from total
Exhaustion while
Clinging too firm to the
Object of her adoration
Because fear of losing
Is making her ailing
With no hope of recovery
There still hasn't been
Any known prescription
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