- ITS VERY MYSTERIOUS OF
- HOW LOVE CAN GROW LIKE
- A WILD FUNGUS ON A
- PERSON;
- AS I STOOD NEAR AND NEARER
- TO HER SWEET DEAR HEART,
- THAT FUNGUS OF LOVE MUST
- HAD SPARKED SOME HOW;
- THAT'S WHEN HER LOVE BEGAN
- TO SLOWLY GREW AND GREW
- ON ME EACH DAY,
- THERE WAS SOMETHING STRANGE
- ABOUT HER LOVE THAT KEPT ON
- DRAWING ME NEARER AND
- NEARER TO HER SWEET DEAR
- HEART;
- ITS MIGHTY PECULIAR OF HOW
- LOVE CAN GROW LIKE A WILD
- FUNGUS,
- HER LOVE KEPT ON GROWING AND
- GROWING ON ME EACH DAY LIKE
- A FUNGUS THAT WOULDN'T GO
- AWAY;
- AND ITS A MYSTERY THAT CAN'T
- BE EXPLAIN THAT LOVE CAN GROW
- AND GROW LIKE A WILD FUNGUS,
- IF I TRY A MILLION YEAR I KNOW I
- COULDN'T RUN AND HIDE FROM
- HER LOVE;
- I JUST BE FOOLING MYSELF IF I
- THINK THAT I CAN KEEP ON PLAYING
- THE GAME OF HIDE AND GO SEEK
- WITH HER LOVE,
- CAUSE HER LOVE KEEPS ON GROWING
- AND GROWING ON ME EACH DAY
- LIKE A WILD FUNGUS THAT WON'T
- GO AWAY AT ALL.
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- DO A WEB SEARCH ON:
- charles h. miranda OR:
- charlesthepoet2003 OR:
- charlesthepoet2004
- THANKS.
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