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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