The love of a woman
Is like the powerful bite
Of a poisonous snake
Which takes you by surprise, cunning.
It’s venom spreads like a disease
Into your mind and body
You get sick as it possesses you
And takes over
The woman is the only cure.
Hope she loves you back.
You become jealous
Possessive and delirious
Craving her love
As the only antidote.
Finally your aching for [...]
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