Love-songs are for whistling and humming,
Not for singing loud,
In a full-throated voice,
You just feel about,
Wetting yourself.
Love is not love what you think,
A love of the bare body,
Love is love,
Just feel about her.
The tearful eyes keep wetting us,
The eyelashes splashed with and red,
Perhaps have you wept, she too has,
Love is not love for your ladylove,
Love is love, love for all,
Whomever love you so deeply,
People love so many things
And what more can I say about
The things of we emotional attachment?
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