The passion

Whisper softly in her ear,
Of misery, she does not fear,
Her pulse that races, and heart that pounds,
Caused by the everlasting love she’s found.

Butterflies in his stomach,
Make his heart plummet,
Whispers to her dearly,
He means it so sincerely.

She takes his lovely heart in play,
And so she lives another day,
To be or not to be she says,
She’ll love him till forever ends.

The very air she breaths,
Makes his heart seize,
He loves her oh so dearly.
So he whispers so very clearly





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