I love to love A boy, A man The excitement Of wondering How he feels I love to love His face The gestures His hands The excitement Of wondering His demands But I hate to hate Boy of my dreams, Man I might marry Time spent crying Lying To him, myself Hoping to love, love again
Reason for writing:
Recently, I have been thinking about the fun of being in love. The cycle is incredible...Birth sign: Not entered
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