The glamorous road, so winding
and long, sculpted from the
earth by hands of spiritual
wealth,
Paved with golden thoughts
stacked neatly near an intersection
carved from passion so
stealth.
No warning of Cupid's arrow
heading my way, no indication
of the love coming this
summer,
I am now preparing to chase you;
rub on a sensual potion to
become a romantic road
runner!
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