As flint sparks steel
Igniting a flame with a squeal
The machine’s pistons are firing again
At something churning within
As if love could be reduced in size
Nope, it just opens my eyes
Even as I can’t touch it, I feel
Weak in the knees, not at church, though I kneel
Laughing and crying all at once
Not being able to eat my lunch
It has nothing to do with mail or a package
I said, it has nothing to do with male or a package
I don’t know what else to say
Other than it’s constant
And I feel the same way
(Robert saw me kissing Jimmy across the fence…)

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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