Poem: Busy Lovers

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Love, why does thou disturb me,
I take all my time, thinking about "LOVE".
My heart is full of "love"
Lover your face is just like the dancing tree beside the smiling river.
Love go tell your pinky body that we need it to night.
Love why dost thou take lovers as a busy element.
Love why make lovers blind when having two eyes.
After taking lovers as blind fellows, why keep them in a cage of love.
Love you never make me lonely, you make me flashback to my lover.
Love make me busy each day with my lover.
Love take my heart and mind as your matimonia cabal.
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