Whilst on a state of delusion
She took away his confusion
This would be a mark, a mission
Not caring 'bout tha division . . .
They really barked at tha wrong tree?
Oh c'mon, but they were both free
They were even feted with glee
Things all of us could never see . . .
He has never been a planner
She was never thought a winner
Now both were tagged as a sinner
Don't force 'em to be a runner . . .
Helpless with affection's out pour
They're solidifying tha core
Still checking out what is in store
You have no need to slam that door . . .
Though bereft with a glorious past
Smithereens will turn into dust
Now togetherness is a must
Draw a line between love and lust!
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