Love Bug
This mite bites a time or two
Leaves not a single scratch
Nor reason or a single clue
When found a perfect match
No known cure
For a bite so deep
Love is pure
Laugh don't weep
Venom is strong
Of this be sure
Nothings wrong
Best be demure
Once bitten,
Forever smitten
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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