I go bananas
when you make a monkey out of me
and swing from a tree
emotionally. Perfect? Not me;
pure simplicity.
I cannot fathom your every whim
so foolishly grin.
Wish you would say that I’m attractive
but that’s subjective;
pure perfection is your objective.
In life’s great trapeze
Why not swing free, knowing my feelings . . .
I’m ape over you!
Scratch chaos and come monkey with me!
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