Oh, lover. I comprehend
The loving electric vibes you send
The feeling I get
when thinking of you
is like looking at a whole
bunch of marijuana
But thy buzz is more
intoxicating
And thy trip far
more heady, you know, intense.
Shall I compare the to a bud?
Thy fragrance is far sweeter
And thy taste to the lips
causes much more rejoicing.
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I've changed my comments settings to allow for anyone to comment. All comments are welcome, even spineless potshots from anonymous posters. Please, by all means, give me the tongue lashing I so richly deserve. I promise not to hunt you down and melt your keyboard with my plasma cannon. I won't, however, promise not to pout and make that face you can't stand.