I dare not, a beg for your kiss;
I bear not, a peg for your bliss;
I might swim in your ocean of lust;
I might swing in your devotion of swift;
Love is able to sit on its warm eggs;
walking with its own broken legs;
Even when we both never see eye to eye;
after all, to you, there is no good bye !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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