So pulled to you am I, as if you were that forbidden fruit,
My mind’s fear-stricken but my heart cries ‘she’s cute!’
Now you cognise why when I try to talk to you I turn mute,
Saying I like you’s been hard, thence ’tis not a hoot.
Just a 4-line excerpt from the second stanza.
That’s It, Really.
© Victor Zuze Davies 2017
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