Under the Sunglasses
You can see the love in his eyes
She's not a possession; she's a prize
And as for her,
She happily purrs,
Drunk on Love's fine wine
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Received 6th place in "first love poem on the soup" contest
Received 10th place in "Loveland Limerick" contest
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