Smitten
Common may be handsome, common may
be nice -- but common, as a common spice,
the pallet becomes less excited. And thrice
no more appealing than twice. Think of
your love as special. Think of your love as sacred.
See me in your perfect prayers, and may God, think,
of me~ as your soulmate perfect.
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