Game Of Love

Like card-players desiring ace,
Be it black, white or any race;
Place one down- when one i place
So unclean is every youthful days;
When all loves is a burning lust,
Lecherous suggestions is a must;
Which heats the heart as fireburst,
But if spinster and lad stakes their prove,
Lust do turn genuine love;
Strong and balanced as rock ne'er move.

Adebayo Sir Toby
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