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Lovebug

Love does not grow on trees,
Neither does it flow in the water,
Nor does it flow in the air.
Love’s a bug.

Bites you without a notice,
Injects a sweet venom to bear.
Spreads through your veins.
Makes you blind and insane.

No shot for it, no cure.
Just euphoria,
A sickness with a sweet pain.
Sometimes with a long wait.

Once you are bit,
You are done for.
Cannot settle down,
It’s all you strive for.

Its venom is a drug,
Gets you addicted for life.
No side effects,
Unless you suffer a heart-break.

Stays in you forever,
If you behave.
Leaves you,
Only if you are brain-dead!

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