That girl who sent the message,
Is my beloved blood cousin,
She's fond of jokes, so funny footage,
Please my sweet heart, haven't commit a sin.
My love unto you, is really in bondage,
Don't take that mistake for granted bin,
Never mistaken me to a player savage,
Throwing our sweet love into latrine din.
That graphic, is work of photo-shop image,
I didn't meant to hurt you, turn of your love grin,
Why should I break your heart and your love damage?
Please I beg, on my knees I go, for you to win.
Don't go away dear, love has no garage,
If it breaks down, no where to be found in town,
Am crying, can't you see chocolate, is this my wage?
Forgive me, if am wrong I wont do it again.
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