A façade,
Love’s mirage.
I was the lion,
With one lioness in my pride.
Others exiled,
For I fell in love.
Pheromones,
Impulses through my tricuspid.
Senses turned sensual,
Sensually senseless.
For my heart’s only desire,
Was to love my senorita.
To make her smile,
For it takes me to the Nile.
To cherish her,
To admire – a work of art.
A glistering pearl,
From beauty‘s stable.
I changed,
I did, I changed.
I wore sleeves, did ties.
A brother in the lord,
The perfect gentleman.
My days and nights,
I sacrificed on her alter.
Like a calendar;
She got all my dates.
She was my February 14th,
But…
Little did I know,
I was her April 1st.
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