O Love Love Love Love Love Love Love

O love love love love love love love
Makes me so glad baby makes me so sad
O love love love love love love love
Makes me so good baby makes me so bad

Your warm touch makes me feel like male
Your negligence burns me like hell
O love love love love love love love
What is love baby who can tell?

You can make me feel so dreamy
You can arouse envy in me
O love love love love love love love
Love can make me curse you baby!

by Asif Andalib

Comments (1)

This was a nice read, Andrew. I never realized making apple cider was such a physical job. This is a very physical poem. Nice job.