I could feel a twitch in my nose
They say love is in the air.
I could feel the music in her prose.
They say its her charm and flair.

I could feel the spearing black hole
They say I have fallen prey.
I could feel the love overdose
They say its the love spray.

I could feel it flowing from the hose
They say don’t fret, its all gray.
I could see the need to reach a truce
When I saw your heart on the tray.

I could ask them “But what’s love?”
They just smiled but didn’t spare.
I could be the fantasy or your muse
They say its love and you must share.

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