Or the thrill of the hunt, but setting the prey free
But it’s not love
It’s like your arrow hitting it’s dead center mark
That euphoric ride at a big theme park
But it’s not love
It’s like winning the marathon, ahead of the pack
It’s being able to walk away and not look back
But it’s not love
It’s the adulation of the fans, when you’re in the arena
The stimulation that comes from all of these things
But it’s not love
You bring an excitement that’s hard to describe
Bringing out some traits that I tried to hide
But it’s not love
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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