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Lover. Hover. Shover
To challenge, to win, to fail, to hope for another
Is to hold love in highest regard.
Its test is loss, contradiction,
Pain great and hard.

‘Tis unlike a crush which has no noble hand
And leaves the heart a Hindenburg zep:
Too large and prone to fire’s demand.

Similarly dissimilar to addiction,
Which freezes mind without a word.
Inventing a cult of secretive lust
Glorifying cowardice obliviously absurd.

The latter to the puberty-stricken fool;
The former is the mind of a child.
But first and foremost is the breed of love
That makes heart tame and mild.





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