Phase one of my plan
Is to search the city for Ruth Ann
Helicopter in the air
Investigators on land
Searching for my love
This pain I can't stand.
I only bare one picture of her
I stared at her silver eyes
Her Raven black hair you'll never miss
Her straight nose always pointed high
You can notice her from a thousand away
I vow to find her
Even if it's the last thing I do
Because if she's not here
My grey skies won't turn blue
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
