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Even if there is a Cure...
Even if there is a cure
I wouldn’t want it anyway.
You think me ailing
Weak, bemused
But I say nay,
It is not this.
It’s love I’ve found
I caught it latent.
I crept up on it
And I pounced.
It never did
See me coming.
I must admit
I played the trick.
A ruse I may have
never fancied
err I hadn’t been
so quick.
So here it is,
within my pocket,
sealed tight within a jar.
I keep it safe although
It thinks me
Mad of course
but we’re on par.
Love is not the mastermind
It likes to think
It lacks much wit.
For if I can creep up
And devour it.
With such ease as I just did.
Do you think it half as clever
as my mind which did it this?
to be continued...
