Collateral Love

sometimes love is like a superficial vein full of varicose, swollen, twisted, stretched to unsightly, non-existent, unbearable sometimes love is a venous collapse that leads to the reduction of veins cold-blooded, skilled surgeons, we”ll remove it like the longest vein without the leg being affected, only the blood that has passed through it will slowly change its course and the saphena, available, will patch a coronary bypass, pointing at her with our fingers, we”ll shout: look at her, she wears a crown, she became queen too *dear, who will turn the blood from your sole to your thigh again when our love will be only a second-degree relative,