You're ravishing beauty makes me irk
Your gentle hands are but violent
When I see overcooked food, i think of your delicate half-fair skin
your hair cannot be described as anything but the fluffy clouds in the sky
A glance from your petite face sends a shiver down my spine
I can't help staring into your eyes, your best trait, with it's extrodinary way of reflecting images
Your sweet honeyed words makes the bees wanna sting you
Your meledious voice makes my ears bleed
You garaceful height is as tall as a giraffe
You're as light as a pathetic feather
your petite stick-like figure brings out the flatness of a board
but i guess whatever it is, your split personality's the best
you say you hate me, but you always love me in the end
NOT yours
Nina .P.G
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