Counterfeited Matron
I can't take it anymore
She is so lovely in every way
Just by observing I have
No words she's like the sun
Filling me with energy! She's
So bright too ,when I
See her she makes me
Feel so pure ,like my
Hatred for people who
Won't leave me be ,just perishes.
I'm like a child with precious candy
I just want to preserve
Her and show her off
To the world ,i feel
So calm and nervous
At the same time
Is this weird?
She has become my world
I am somehow undead to her
Her eyes takes me away ,i am
Deep and filled ,my mind
No longer present ,her beauty
Is befuddling ,Her voice is
My everlasting trend
When i see her ,i tend to
Shy away ,my love for her
Is canned ,she's my one-man-band
Her personality is so sweet
Her grand face ,she my Chinese
Currency ,she's my Xen
I'm blinded by her beauty
I cannot see ,i only feel
It's a high road to who she
Is ,but I'll conquer that hill
Copyright © Kyle N. Sampson | Year Posted 2018
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