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TRUST or LOVE




‎
‎ Which is easy to do?
‎ Love me emotionally,
‎ Or trust me willy nilly?
‎ For such, are we doyen.
‎
‎ Maybe none at all,
‎ Will fit this discourse.
‎ Neither the brain this small,
‎ Or a large heart for this course.
‎
‎ Let me trust your infractions,
‎ Let thy words know no simile.
‎ When nature closes my eyes,
‎ Still abide with me till the mile.
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‎ Show me thy love!
‎ Make it seem from above.
‎ Treat me with passion,
‎ As if your skin feels my traction.
‎
‎A twin allies,
‎Whose foes are lies.
‎Like the tongue and teeth,
‎Then mouth has caused them to tame.
‎
‎ That together in one den of crust,
‎ They must work hand-in-hand.
‎ So treat me as you may demand.
‎For without love, where is trust?


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