Love is a disease
It infects us with ease
It builds up inside
And makes us weak in the knees
Some seek a cure
Others try prevention
But most prefer to suffer on
Without an intervention
It comes in many different strains
And causes many aches and pains
It’s victims often keep it hidden
They stay out of sight- bed ridden
Now here’s what everybody knows
With all its boons and all its woes
It will afflict us all without a doubt
Unless you decide not to go out..
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Romance
KöltészetA collection of my romantic poetry, long and short, smooth and sexy. Either way it hits the spot :)
