ther is no one els
only one I think of
some one distinctive to love
every joy of anyone
all added up to only one
three times my heart beats with this intense emotion
why must i only have it once with one
this pleasuer is my only endevour in love
so how do i approve of consistant jurisdiction
in this location far away from the heart but closer in thought
mourning doves parlay into love while out and about
do i love the do i nought many seconds sought but yet my love does not rought for
the minute im caught is the hour our battel will be fought
their is no one els "love"
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