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The Art of Love

Da Vinci was a famous painter, An I'm just a simple man. His talent was on canvas, An mine lies in my hand. I don't use a brush, Just a simple pen. I'm nothing, Compared to him. I try my best, To ponder the human heart. What makes one love another, Could it be art. The art of love, Is no simple task. It takes time to perfect, It's like wearing a mask. You only show others, What you want them to see. You want to give them, What you think they need. Words run through your mind, An you ponder what to write. Could I write something, To touch you this very night.

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