Mullings over Ginger Cake
If love enriches the very part,
Then let us love some more!
Pack away our rumoured selfish genes,
And dance until we're sore.
-Your love for me, like sweet perfume,
If only you could know.
Does it protect you, my dear, to keep you from the know?
-Or do I merely fear the failure,
My inability to commit?
I know my fluttering 'heart' too well, perhaps,
So will deny it before it, retracts.
-Could anyone not be forced to love
When it expresses it's feelings for you?
Do I fear that if I recipricate
My love ain't spontaneous and true?
-And yet for all your 'failings', I haven't lost the scent
And feel that time with you, is surely time well spent.
Perhaps, my friend, we should take a leap,
A dip in the dark, a risk elbow deep.

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