If a Capulet and a Montague can have amore, then why not me and you?

Zebrules result when some opposites attract. Will an embrace spot us a leopard or two?

Out-turns that saltimbanco’s love potion is just a well pour with a salted twist.

Boo to booze, I say—for the only vessel my hands want to hold is bubbly sweetie missed.

They say erring is human, suggesting that hominids out-mete mistake after mistake.

But, ops for forgiveness mean more hugs of healing to ameliorate ache amidst ache.

Front pages and sentimental scenes ever depict pairs feigning sincerity as pod’s perfect peas.

Over here, though, the truth lived is that air is breathed only to carry me one step closer to a you-squeeze. ; )

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