They want a love poem.
He wants a tender-song,
Wrapped in heavy words
Of warm promises mushroomed,
Over-grown with iciness,
Those fickle symptoms of desire,
Always throbbing with hunger for
Love. Love more...
Behold this love tipsy,
This, your love-song,
Dipped in love and lack,
Ah, love, more love?
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