Parody of Poetry #4

The sun is burning
 and I am only learning
 how to be in love
 for you my little dove
 What I like so much
 is your tender touch
 with your burning eyes
 I’m like melting ice
 Please don’t come so close
 you will fire my bones
 Please come close to me
 ’cause I want to see
 how it used to be

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