My Heart’s Nerve

Hips, curves, nerves,
She makes my heart disturbed.
The way she talks,
How she walks.

It all pierces me through,
My heart is held together with glue.
Be mine? Has lead you 
& many to sue.

Sharing a bed
Before we wed
Was death to the love
That held us from above.

For I used you 
And you used me too
And use just won't do...

For nakedness, isn't glue,
And sex won't save you. 
Love is more than a woman
And Love is more than I'll ever understand.

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