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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