Armed to the teeth, he was every bit a soldier,fighting fit,
Had even an excessive zeal,for conquest bordering to
obsessive compulsive neurosis.he never could relax.
But the moment she was sighted,as an apparition,in his radar,
it was a near a melt down; how quickly did he transform!
"Yes" his command center,flashed a message, "See the target"
This was a surprise! contrary to what he thought his nature was
he stands now stripped naked to the core, ready in true love mode
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Armed to the teeth, he was every bit a soldier,fighting fit,
Had even an excessive zeal,for conquest bordering to
obsessive compulsive neurosis.he never could relax.
But the moment she was sighted,as an apparition,in his radar,
it was a near a melt down; how quickly did he transform!
"Yes" his command center,flashed a message, "See the target"
This was a surprise! contrary to what he thought his nature was
he stands now stripped naked to the core, ready in true love mode
Love creates chinks even in the thickest of armour
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