Irritation with Love

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    Irritation with Love

    You irritate me to the fullest extent.
    You make me insane!
    Everytime we engage in a conversation,
    you make my nose cringe with hate!
    I despise you.
    I truly do.
    You never realize when to act normal,
    Your immaturity exceeds the maximum.
    You make fire blast in my mind, and
    burn me inside out.
    Yet everytime I want to ignore you,
    not talk to you,
    get away from you,
    I look at your eyes.
    And that's when I am weak,
    then I give in to those
    gorgeous brown eyes,
    topped with a beautiful smile.
    And I can't help but play with you.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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