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Anatomical Complaints of a Lover
My eyes you conquered with the might of Alexander, Puru I gladly became at that thunder. My heart a plaything became at your hands, Unconditionally surrendered I time thousands. My lungs hyperactive emerged at your sight, Panted I with delightful fright. When you approached, my feet terribly trembled, From limb-mind configuration, courage I assembled. Your presence made me feel neuron-quake in my head Producing dew-drops of perspiration in the forehead. Sharp-tongued am I with the gift of the gab, Alas! Your sovereign presence rendered me drab. In my constitution, you caused an adrenaline rush I think, I trod the path where angels fear to rush. You took a toll on my veins and blood, By making the red humour flow in streams of flood. In Geography on chapter Egypt, you made my attention cursory, Elective Maths became real elective, making you compulsory. You made me forsake the empire in me and the books, To be the Columbus of the empire within fine frame yours? You made the atoms of my physique Pathologically you-sick.
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