secretlove
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They lay eyes on you as a moth.
So long as you're a peculiar,
in the eyes of myself.
Pretty as parnassius to me;
that had a kind of loftiness.
My adoration for you like a butterfly,
Time fliesAnd it is likeTime stopsWhen I hold his hand.
I will admit thatHe is inside my poemsAnd I write about him becauseI am a bloody poet.
Love, sweet love, come to me!
in the thick fog, offer me thy hug
Thy sweet smile, sparkling eyes
it makes me smile
And I'm glad, yeah! glad with all my heart
My love is of pure as written papers
