Like food filled in spoons
Cuddles scoops romance…
Filling the bowels
With a million tonnes
Of dancing butterflies.
Even as one’s dislike is
An interrupted sleep,
When awoken by lilting sound
Nor the pleasant smell
And healing touch of love,
No one would get mad at all.
It all seems thus, love makes
Both likes and dislikes
So counterproductive.
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