Love Strikes...A NiaG Poem
The heat upon your neck
You can hardly stand
The journeys getting closer
Was this part of your plan
Love has called your name
Will you answer its call
Beckoning your gaze
Clouding your mind, the gall
Rest your whirling head
Don't fight it let it come
It feels meant to be
Succumb to it, let it roam
But no you can't
You promised yourself
Last time would be the last
In this you shouldn't delve
Oh but dear it's much too late
It's snuck in like before
Let it rush in like a tidal wave
Open your heart's door
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