A passionate affair comes with a price,
Like any world re-shaping device,
Demanding you learn a new body of knowledge
Beyond the things you may have learned in college.
Your nighttime hours take on a different sked
That might bring down a champion thoroughbred
And possibly could sap the energy
Of a West Point captain in the artillery.
What was true way back in Will Shakespeare's day
Remains in play: passion makes you pay.
Forget about sleep--no longer yours to choose.
The curse of true love never did run snooze.
Like any world re-shaping device,
Demanding you learn a new body of knowledge
Beyond the things you may have learned in college.
Your nighttime hours take on a different sked
That might bring down a champion thoroughbred
And possibly could sap the energy
Of a West Point captain in the artillery.
What was true way back in Will Shakespeare's day
Remains in play: passion makes you pay.
Forget about sleep--no longer yours to choose.
The curse of true love never did run snooze.


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HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU AND YOURS.
HUGGG
But in what a sweet way!
Happy holidays to you and yours, Leon!
R♥
Sometimes works while wearing underwear.
But often, too, the snooze comes through
When weariness allows to wear one shoe.
Pursuit of popping off demands a mind
Bereft of worry, blankness of a kind
Dscovered where the world is smooth,
Unruffled with the aches of love or tooth
And free to be rough, a bit uncouth.
But sleepless can as well be a boon.
Night time is for love. So sleep to noon