Infatuation revised
Nearly drenched with a strong, terrifying desire,
(As unique as a long and sincere confession),
Feeling nothing inside but an all-raving fire,
All apart and along on a fruitless digression,
Turning hot at a go in a casual presence,
Under spell of the smile or the sound of the voice,
And, to oft, being sure of the fraud of the choice,
Thinking: "fate is unfair!", yet, too blind to admit -
It's not love, not at all, - it's a blunt fleeting fit,
On you drift in a thrill of a wild fascination:
Not in love - in a whim of an infatuation..?
AZ Sine Anna
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