You lech, you loon,
my heart does swoon.
You madman, you fool,
play it oh so cool.
My heart, this head,
just get me to bed.
My hand, a thrust,
I fall deep, no fuss.
My shout, your moan,
if we could've known.
My words, false hate,
and again it's too late.
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Interesting titles you choose. Quotes. Now that I think of it, I did the same with - To Be Completely Know and All Forgiven - Adeline