Sorrow
Gentle touch
Of her I think of much
Soft to the skin
I want to feel it again
Love blossoming
Repeating chorus I sing
A adjacent ring
In my ear
With her
I shalt not know of fear
Soft is her voice
But she has a choice
Him or me?
I shalt wait and see
Captivating eyes
See through all lies
Many a boys demise
Lies in those lustful eyes
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-Matthan C. Atherton
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