A poem about love and a lover falling in love.
Not your bountiful behind
Nor your firm mangoes,
That point at me below your fair face
Not your voice
That equals Lucifer’s
It’s not that at all
My eloquence hides when it sees you
Am sure my intestines secrete glue
‘Cause I feel blue at the sight of your shoe
Hypnosis is the noun
No, it’s not your natural glistening hair
Nor your perfectly black appealing skin
It’s not that at all
It’s me, am in love with you
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