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A curable love!
Am I the drug of your lovesick heart
that you detest me
like a patient abhorring bitter pills?
Oh my dear!
Let me tell you something;
I ain’t the dreary drug in normal use,
you shall find sweet aroma and taste
of my handsome self;
here I am
to sweeten your heart
at your pace
all the while cautious
not to over-sweeten
to dysfunction your sweet heart,