A CURSE OF LUCK.

If you clicked open then viola, 
you finally found out about me.
See, I had this curse that bound me,
to remain fresh until you found me.

I was cast with a spell around me,
that finally when an angel lays her eyes on me,
I'd spin into this sweet message,
sent from a lover with a tiny message,
from deep down his fountain of courage,
with the little zeal he could salvage,
feelings burning and savage,
just to say the least he could manage,
how about I love you;
and I know no bargains?

Bargains?
See, I've been dealing with garbage.
All these other women felt like baggage,
so I shit them like roughage,
then packed my luggage.
Did I tell you how much I drool over your package?
Can I find room in your heart then?

I thought cupid kicked the bucket,
love seemed all black, 
yet,
here I am,
stuck to you like a magnet.
So maybe we can open the brackets,
of no divisions and maybe just additions,
get married and create multiplications,
because I already said it on multiple occasions,
I love you baby.
We like tears and onions.

Kaboom!