Inquisitions of Love
Is it me or is it you,
Inconsequently I do believe it too.
Inquisitions of love
Inquiries of somber sounds
Inhibitions blinding us from the future now,
Injunctions of self restraint
Indubious actions to contain
Inaccuracies in calculations,
Which we maintain
Injustice for one another.
Induced by furrow thoughts of paranoia
Which flower into to,
Innovations of lustful utopias.
Ingloriously achieved
Inadvertently reprieved,
Involuntarily allowed to reach
Infinite abilities to fully preach,
Incoherent loves for you my sweet peach.
BY: George P. Albert
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