When Love got too sweet,
I became diabetic.
Her kisses,
Were my insulin.
Her voice,
A perfect violin.
A tune,
To the Beagining of a love story....
Her love was the prescription
obsessesion,
she
became my addiction.
scantily,
my ambition...
I no longer acted cautiously,
Love,
had rendered me reckless...
Her face,
Her scence,
Was mine to embrace....
Is this Love?
©diabetic
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