Oh the sweet juice smells of lovetoread,
Sweeter than the balm of gilead.
The twinkle in the eye of lovetoread,
Smaller but brighter than the banana seed.
The fairedness oflovetoread,
More sensuoius than boston brown bread.
The fair hair of lovetoread,
Blows in the wind like butterfly weed.
The fiery eyes of passion from lovetoread,
Cannot be compared to the pale color of a hospital bed.
When the it comes to her beauty lovetoread,
My heart stops making me feel like one of the living dead.
My heart goes pitter pat for lovetoread,
But now it is time to end the poem in this thread.
Sweeter than the balm of gilead.
The twinkle in the eye of lovetoread,
Smaller but brighter than the banana seed.
The fairedness oflovetoread,
More sensuoius than boston brown bread.
The fair hair of lovetoread,
Blows in the wind like butterfly weed.
The fiery eyes of passion from lovetoread,
Cannot be compared to the pale color of a hospital bed.
When the it comes to her beauty lovetoread,
My heart stops making me feel like one of the living dead.
My heart goes pitter pat for lovetoread,
But now it is time to end the poem in this thread.
