she says she loves my rhyme,
sweet like juice in da lime,
just starting i havent hit my prime,
il write forever till the last second of my time.
On my left arm a tattoo,
in my life i got you,
close never far too,
if i loose you i wouldnt know what to doo.
To you am addicted,
when writen you never predicted,
a kiss in my heart am greated,
in my mind you are ever fitted.
Poetry is my scented flower,
it keeps me in a tower,
with fulfilment it shower,
and the share of magnificent power.
Of my Sweet love poetry
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