I’d like to think
Love is a choice,
And the product of
An adoring mind.
I’d like to think
It’s a little voice
That reminds you
To be gentle and kind.
Yet who we love
Is often chosen
By hormones
Running free.
So I hope you find
A place in your adrenals
And save it
Just for me.
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Heavy, the scent of roses
Lies upon the veranda
Where I sit, hand in hand,
With my lover, Miranda.
She sweats like an osprey,
And I sweat like a bear.
It’s a good thing for us
Our hormones don’t care.
The sun smiles down
From its cloudless abode.
And two antelope hump
On the side of the road.
A warm, friendly wind
Caresses the trees.
There’s spring in the air.
That’s when I start to sneeze.
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