InfatuationA Poem by Madeline
Falling in love is sweet,
Cherry blossoms and tied-bow neat. Zealous hands that meet with purpose... To complete the round of applause For these two lovers, the charitable cause. But falling in infatuation is tart, Tangy passion with electric heart. The good, the bad, I'll have it all For the lingering eyes and silent call Of luscious hi's and promising goodbyes Deliciously bizarre, invulnerable to law So raw, this sensation of infatuation...
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Added on October 11, 2014Last Updated on October 13, 2014 Tags: infatuation |