Last kisess leading on from those first
Sweet wishes, oh I had such a thrist,
Insatiable for a blissful few months, now
Has it dried out this soon, so soon, how?
I was too eager, gave too much of a shove,
But is this too much with the one you love?
(You demanded rhyming verse,
perhaps you'll soon see it's a curse.)
Je t'aime quand-meme.
Je suis trop jeune pour aimer.
Who's too young for love though?
The romantic in me says everyone,
the pessimist (realist?) says no one.
Why pamper life's complexities when
a purchase at the Lafayette brings
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