I have seen you three times
The first we met in a trice
You made me write these rhymes
Less than a week we met twice
We don't know each other much
I would like to get to know you
Even though our hands don't touch
Don't know what to do cause' I'm still new
How can I explain your beautify
It's hard for me to express
For is it not, am I shy?
To show my stoutheartlessness
When I gave you the rose
You like dit I suppose
If you do get caught
I still wanna try it no matter what
Upon thy stars I lay
Thinking of you night and day
As I look at the stars
Thinking of you near or far |
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