HERB
I couldn't handle no and didn't talk in shame, in fear;
Inside the heart, I hid my love for her, for my dear!
I expected her to approach me and talk to me;
The time was too short and I just remained unlucky.
Thinking of her gave me the herb to be vigorous;
I wanted her but couldn't tell her it for being nervous!
Her kindness, her power of comprehension;
She got the beauty of class and education.
Noble girls don't last and they end up with bad guys;
Bad men find good ones and I get surprise!
I decorated her as the divine, as an angel;
My love was daily growing for her, for real!
❤ 😍 💖 ❣ 💕 💘 ❤ 😍 💖 ❣ 💕 💘 ❤ 😍 💖
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