Real Love

There is just one person
In my head all day
One person I think about
All the time
The person who enters my mind
In the warm mornings
And stays until it is
The dark of nights

Yes, it’s me, me and only me. There is nobody I think about except me, myself and I. Call me a narcissist. A psycopath. Or any other word your vocabulary permits. I don’t care.

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