Normal Curve d’Amour
Stop.
Faint heart, stop.
Bring an end to this,
an end to this longing for her.
An end to longing for her touch, her smile.
And bring me to the place where I was satisfied,
before I was captured by this rapture I can’t control,
not that I want to control, because it feels right,
and I know if I can muster the courage to
stay with this energy, I will
win her, and she will
be mine, forever.
So, I won’t
Stop.
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July 1996
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