but he never asked .
Different from the nurse
As that was physical.
The past is , the past , is the past , is the past
And there it lays the fine line between love and admiration
Do I admire you?
Because how could I love a feeling that is now lost.
Love is obviously to be fooled
If I intend to not pretend
To meet your sweet demeanor on the street
Is intelligence a number or is sensuality behind a filter
My recommendation is to continue... as you are no other
Perhaps you’re , On the wrong block, how would I know?
Stalk you , I would not - could not .
Seems you’re the one whom invades my thoughts
Did you ask why?
Lol ,so do I !
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