As hypnotized I cannot lead.
The question is, if I can feed.
I do, by making meals of kind.
I do, by making love, in mind.
I easily can be set out,
and told, what is my were-about.
Though, do you know, when I make up
it comes as if from tea a cup.
Whatever I am made to do,
I never am. By loving you.
Whatever size and look it has,
that cup contains that tea – alas!
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