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Written much later after "Love"

Pants
What are they?
People say they're indescribable
While I agree it's true,
What are pants?
Are they a feeling?
Are they bought?
Are they really an object of disguise?
Pants are warm.
Pants are fuzzy.
Pants are expanding at the speed of light.
No matter how I try, I can't find the words to describe how they feel.
I know what pants are.
They're what I lower for you.