A Lover's Insanity

I've stopped and started
Too many times to pretend
It was just an accident.

Finish it now or finish later,
Pouncing on the words of love,
That always flee from my grasp.

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There is a ball
Of all your affections
Growing in my throat
Threatening to choke
the God and the Devil
Out of me.