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I love you


Love is like a game, Where some people play for fam, That’s not who I really am, But let me just take the blame When I first set my eyes on you, I didn’t think if I could pass through, But boy let me tell you the truth, I was really impressed with your look I didn’t just leave the love behind, But I keep on to strike, I went with it so high, And now am ready to even fly Every girl in her post, Your pictures occupied the most, Wives tend to be in a vote, And really everyone was shocked Sincerely I have no right, To stand and stop the fight, Am just trying my best to be a light, For you in the dark at night When it’s my turn to play, I won’t get loose of the game, I will work until I reach my aim, And no matter how hard is going to be the pain I will go where am taken by my heart, And you are my right path, Though a thousand will stand against my side, Know that you are the person I like If this is how life end, Then I want to finish with you the rest, I won’t force myself to give you the best, But I’ll willingly give you all what I get You are going to be my Romio and I’ll take my Juliette part, You are not gonna let me down and you gonna hold me no matter what, If I can be your Rose then you can be my Jack, And the next part of the story will be you and I I send this from the bottom of my wand I hope it reaches to yours, And if you want to know who I am it’s just a girl in a tour, And in details the girl who is going to be yours, I just need you to know Je’taime
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