Do not overwhelm meWith smothering sincerity.
Sincerity like that
Is not the stuff
Of which our love has been conceived.
Instead, please
Thread our days
With impromptu,
Silly mad funny
Pointless and Loving things.
Because, my Darling,Things like these
Are very truly
Much much more sincere.
copr. 1970 - Cecil Dossett
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