If making love was writing on pages,
Maybe you would have a million babies..
If crimes were rhymes,
I would be imprisoned ....
If love was to be determined By words,
I would have defined it in a zillion words..
If emotions were to be the thoughts of the heart,
Then mine would be guilty of publication.
If my love was to be measured in inks,
Then my lady you would be sinking..
And if my emotions be
You do know...
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