in the throes of this carnal ritual
as I braced to take the sweet plunge
she opened her eyes and looked into mine
" do you love me?" she asked.
and suspended in agony, I answered-
" i am a poet my dear,
i fall in love every hour, of every day,
there is so much beauty in the world
i am looking at you now, at this hour,
and I think I'm in love again.
(c) Tyrone Terrence
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