Oh those soft guards,
that you put forth
for me to dissolve
and though I know they are pretend walls,
I consciously ignore,
making you wild,
as you spread your curly mane
pretending to show your anger
but in disguise

And when you have lost hope
of me playing your game
I surprise you
and enter your world
driving you insane

Such is our love,
difficult to understand,
yet envied by all

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