Love                   When I think about women
I have to call you                   Love
It’s the only action I can take
That doesn’t end in                   Don’t

What else could I do but pray
You don’t stick your fist in my chest
There’s nothing I can do to keep those hummingbirds
Out of our patio

What can you do
You are not a transitive verb
But I was thinking I might like to have
What I’m going to do with you

Augmented by the action you impart

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