Love has its reasons. Not all kisses
Are the same. Not all eyes say Mystery.
Not all hands say Wrestle me,
I want to wrestle you, leg-wrestle me.
No, Love has its reasons. It's not all
Spring has sprung, needs must. It's not all
Pardon my hormones, did I spray you? I've
A head like a stone, heart like a sieve.
Yes, Love has its reasons, and so
Have I. My eyes are wide open, and so
Are yours. And that is blindness by two
When reason makes way for whoop-de-doo.
--
Stephen Moran
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