The doctors insist
Your eyes are the cure
They've written me a prescription
With this so inscribed
They've studied and analyzed the facts of the case
They say however
The cure might be worse than the disease
What's in your eyes might prove
Fatal or at least lead to
Unforseeable side effects and
Defects of the heart
Regardless they insist
The breakthrough is you
Kissing your waist might help also
This is unproven and
A theory of my own devising
Kissing your pretty waist
And biting your thighs
Is a hypothesis I would like very much
To test and assess
In the name of science
Your neck also
Elegant as it is
The doctors insist
And all the experts
So it's not really my fault
They've written me a prescription
With these things inscribed
I keep it close to my heart
Until the day we meet
By: Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved.
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