Tell me,
How can you be here,
But it doesn't feel like you're near?
You're not at a distant,
But you disappear every instant?
You're always close by,
But I can't seem to tell you goodbye?
How can you think you are full of fault,
While when I look at you, your beauty make me halt?
Tell me, my dear,
What is your hearts' desire?
Because I sure can ignite it, realize it, full on fire.
Speak up, honey,
With your eyes which resemble that of bunny,
And tell me,
What things have they see?
Whisper it in my ear, love,
How many things have your heart crave,
and into what unknown depth have you dove?
Also, have I ever went riot?
If not, why around me you're so quiet?
But with others you went 'fam, blaze it!'?
It's always you,
That I want to do,
But, hey, let's not overdo.
Tell me, too,
How do you scatter all my muse,
With only glancing at me for a few?
You don't have a clue, don't you?
That you're all I think, even after curfew,
And, damn, this made me have a flu.
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Also, I just want to inform everyone that's reading this that this book ranked #925 in Poetry which isn't really much to some people but! It's something of a big deal for me therefore it made me happy as it never happened, ahaha so yeah, that's that. Enjoy your day!
