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Infatuation



Acquaintance stuns.

Don’t know whether you love me or not

Strange but I feel your nearness and warmth

The more I brush aside your thoughts

You inflict me; I am as if a slave bought.



Hopelessly struggle to keep at bay

Our fleeting acquaintance baffle stays.

To my dismay, you return.



Again and again, thus surrender brain.

Sail to the freedom of imagination.

You overwhelm intense and I fall asleep

My mind undergoes no pain.



Wonder ever so often,

Perhaps do you feel the same?

Sold I am not told o’ how, when!