At times I wish the act of love could be a sin.
So that I could stay away from it the same way I stay away from fornication.
So that no one needed to embarrass themselves when asking for a chance.
So that I needn't suffer from the pain of separation.
So that I could increase my love for my mother and be in service to hher instead.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
