I breathe love into existence,
like air through the lungs.
For it is an infinite affair,
I will always have, with love.
In my life, I speak love’s language, quite fluently, in multiple tongues.
I once took cupid aside,
regarding his arrows being dull.
I romantically, express love’s attributes, by encouraging an answer, when it calls.
As well as witnessing the sweetest of feelings,
once the heart actually, falls.
Being a Lover of love is a fulltime job, many often fall short breaking all its laws.
By, selfishly making love an angry passion, and that’s when I’m assigned, to get involved.
I need first time love’s, euphoric newness, saturating through my veins
Joyful of the debut, of goose bumps, raised upon my skin.
My heart marvels, a standing ovation, after it performs and sings.
Enthralled by the genuine feelings, that only butterflies of true love can bring.
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