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A terrific love!
In matters of love
it is quite natural to be romantic,
Oh pho, my dear!
what on earth makes it sudorific
that as you can see
I sweat so profusely?
Haven’t laboured in the nearest hour,
work I hard
only towards your heart,
though not a physical strain
sure it is
an emotional struggle,
the arrow aimed at your bosom
drugs me to a soporific drowsiness;
first stepping into the satin street of love
little did I anticipate
its strenuous course
for I was more of a sophomoric kind