She Complains Of Love Poem by Ravi Kopra
She Complains Of Love
She:
You don't love
me the way
you used to.
No heat of passion.
Your love is like
quick bites on a plain
MacDonald hamburger,
without mustard,
fries, jalapeno peppers.
He:
Darling, I love
you more than
I ever did.
Haven't you seen
the hot coal fires
in a train engine?
They let the steam off
fast, and carry in hurry
the cars to the next destination.
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