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[nipplehats]

I believe in love,
But sometimes would rather write it instead.
It seems the minute details,
Are much more fluid in my head.
And I swear if I could write love,
You would have you pass me by with no clue.
Our skin would brush together,
As I laid my first glance on you.
And maybe twice, or three times, more.
I would trace your figure as you walked by.
Memorize your silhouette,
Against the dimming night’s sky.
And maybe this would be the first ingredient of love,
Infatuation of the subtlest trait.
You might have to heat this up,
Before you add the grins, kisses, and fate.
And maybe then will it actually last,
As it does sometimes naturally in life.
For no one can actually explain why,
Sometimes love turns suddenly to strife.
For I can’t afford to waste much more of myself,
In this quest for the woman of my dreams.
This ever changing figure that wakes me a night,
And is so unattainable it seems.
I just want fluidity in relation,
And for comfort to outweigh distress.
I just want to ask the question,
In which you’ll reply yes.