Love Hurts!

Every move away is a step so far,

For love is like a shooting star.

Too much to soon, to much to touch,

A love so great, u will need a crutch!

Awaiting each touch of the lips,

And every single hug of the hips,

You beg – you plead but for a look, a sigh,

Away from anything else that attracts the eye.

Kiss me and miss me – oops! and you will lose,

Love me and own me, I believe that’s what u’ll choose.

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