You claim to love me.
How terribly abroad of you.
You express your affection in 3 words?
Let's cure your desolate infection,
and discover the under lying problem.
I have a few queries, to spin past you,
concussion, confusion, amnesia?
Tell me, do you concur, my dear?
I have the right to asume lust,
and so I have correctly.
Love is a curious conclusion to life,
but if uncared for, unappreciated,
it will shatter like a delicate glass flower.
