Chrissie
At such a tender age
my feelings, i refused to gauge
the controversial love mirage
of a little sage.
From Genesis to nemesis she remained queen
in my heart which all love with keen
while seeking to be next of kin.
Her price i paid
through patience and pain
insult and hate-rain,
but her heart, i won with style.
Chrissie is that gal i love so.
her haters calls her sow,
my life, my soul.
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