By Anton G. lock-wiz@mailcity.com
Date: 21 October 2000
From the Unwistful Lover
What if I were to fall for you
And if I were to crawl to you
And you would deign to look at me
The shivering, sniveling, snarling me
The snapping, bitting, clawing me
The one that would refuse to be
- drawn, baited of coerced by thee
And what if in my face you'd see
A boiling tar, an acid sea
A scream of anger and a plea
A curse, denial to accept
a will to forcefully deject
What you wold offer, being good
What proudly I accept not would
What can I say:
I'd hate to be engrossed in love you'd offer me.
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