Hey missy, yeah you. your love is solid
indeed, all that beauty shines beneath the eye
itself alone, not even a single dime-like tearful
drop of the midterm cheek, it's alright to seek
paradise land, re-polished sandy beach hands
connect with bread and butter, presumed the
one sunshine kiss, a taste-like bittersweet roast
Honey, you and I save the world, everlasting
brownish hair has been shorter in length, and
every single word when you talk. is
like the voice of the white angel itself, you
and I save the world, we have a deeper
secret, one simplified secret love triangle
to save the fairytale dream come true
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-4-24
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