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arctic trend

I just tell myself she is worth whining,
Although my love is still unrequited.
Her eyes make the starts seem like they’re not shining.
‘Trip to my heart she shall be invited.

I am a polar bear in a snowstorm,
Unless I hear her melodious voice.
Ways to make her smile I shall brain storm.
Making eye contact provides me rejoice.

It’s such a shame this will conclude in vain.
Although I still cannot accept this fate.
Moments I am not with her cause great pain,
Why yes, this is a trait of love to hate.

‘Heard the hottest love has the coldest end,
For I do not foresee that arctic trend.





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