I love you, not someone.
Like a cat loves a rat.
No,it's not just that-
Like the Moon loves the Sun.
My brain becomes an ice.
Holding my heart.
But it's very hard.
As my heart isn't nice.
It runs to adventures.
It can't live without.
I scream very loud:
"Oh no, I'm mature.
I'm not a little child.
My love is not wild.
It's not just biology, of course.
It's you, it's love, it's force".
Biology, or not?
© Copyright: Алексей Ткачев 3, 2015
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