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now know how Romeo felt,
when his eye set on Juliet.
I can say I've known,
the sensation that befell Samson,
when he finally had,
fair Delilah's hand.
How Othello's heart,dark as henna,
glowed, when he saw Desdemona.
Sharp and straight is Cupid's arrow,
an it's pain, deep to the marrow.
I've had such a time of it,
This sweet ache in my heart,
that accompanies your smiles
when I see your curves, smooth as
Nile's
meanders.a fire that reduces me to a
torch,
with every simple touch,
ignites from my toe to my hair.
You are too cute,a beauty, so fair.
That's why on this scrap paper, I write
And wish the time will be right
When you see this simple script
I really don't mind what you make of it
Because I already miss your presence
your voice, lips, beauty and fragrance
Yea even that damn tight grey top
Whose contents make my heart flip-
flop
I truly have much more to say but
Am not sure you'll hearken.
Lemme only ask:"did it hurt?
When, as I believe, you fell from
heaven"