Invention & Consumption

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We got love sickness,      

This is my prognosis.            

Without word blindness    
we the undersigned            
to true loves fate, 
resigned      

Take a cuddle of you
and a tickle of me,

What makes you giggle 
can't possibly kill you               
           
Invention & consumption                
overload to overboard,                
Into this high sea,  
Love's got me riding
swells,
rolling into you,              
my captain to be              
be my sails that you
take navigation from,       
we will not sink down too far 
before rising up again together.