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Do tell me how you love
or would you love me
the veritable cornucopia
your horn of plenty
cup run if over….
die in your lap, sleep in your bed
Shakespeare’s curse
a pox on past lover ,but never you

Oh, give me strength
shake my had and give way to doubt
i trust reason not
insanity bind me to you, reckless infatuation
we take turns in bliss while rebelling in anguish
shaking hands soon to let go
and let separation set in

We circle each other
i leave my orbit in your arms
replaceable and replicated, duplicates of you
as you do I
cosmic calls us and i am immutable in your space
fixed stars in your eyes
heavenly bodies, we become constellations of love