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Your furtive glances, meaningful love-borne,
Give sleepless nights galore. A nightmare
My life becomes. I look love-sick, love-lorn.
Don’t blame me if I gawk at you and stare.

For you to call me awkward is unfair,
When you yourself dear perpetrate this state,
And with your furtive glances tilt late,
My dormant lust and I must make it clear

That once awakened love can never wait,
No-nor can be placated with threadbare
Vows for future. Stubborn, obdurate
Is your decision then to keep it where

It orphaned, homeless lives. Unfortunate,
Nowhere to go and no way to go there.

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