Lover quarrels igniting fumes of lust
Time turns and ticks away
Lovers once, how did they let it stray
I love her. I love her not. I love her. I love her not.
The petals on the bird of paradise are few and thin
Only a few picks and you will have your decision
Is it animal lust that slowly evaporates into odd moments
Or something far deeper - much more evolved than we can't even comprehend
Is it necessity? Is it love?
It is what it is - and always will be.
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