Lexus, love, I think you’d say
the feelings I feel can’t be okay.
You’re married (I groan), but even so,
we’d be a symphony anyday!
Chemistry or Biology
or from a poet’s spirit,
Love (they say) can’t be defined,
but let’s go ahead and live it!
Don’t fear for retribution, Sweet;
we could be totally discreet.
The individual transcends the norms,
and I’m the Norm to do it!
But if (it hurts to say) you can’t,
you love your husband so,
I’ll look elsewhere for a smile as bright
... and leave you my number: 2390!
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