"First Love"

January 3, 2018

Oh she is so beautiful like a white dove,

Oh I see nothing but love.

I'm so scared to confess,

I'm in such distress.

Maybe if I tell her how I feel,

Maybe, her heart, I may steal.

Which would help me to heal,

And make my heart out of steel.

I am stuck in this abyss,

Fantasizing about nothing but just a kiss.

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