When it's toddlerish,
Love lofts hearts pronto;
Up there in the air they pair,
Waging envy to the zonto;
Soon it becomes obese,
And flopping is a follow,
A sorrowful solo.
Nothing I crave as love,
Less yet craved
Than I'd a soft loft!
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