Poet's Kiss
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Poet’s Kiss($)
Then again, I sit and love thee
Believing that you love me,
All my thoughts distort me;
But my poet’s heart is free.
Seems my foolish heart is talking-about love-and I keep walking;
Hold my breath, I am a liar
Lying to myself for thee.
Sitting here in the mire
Loving you with all I feel.
And I smile, I am believing
That you love me, love me still,
But my thoughts are misbehaving
And my poets’s heart is still.
