Crush Returns
How cute are his text deep or fake,
I love him for a sake.
Roots of friendship are growing deeper;
You are my mind sweeper.
He never calls me baby or honey ,
I'm proud to be his only.
I said I hate love as well as him;
Still he tries to be my light beam.
Hey Mr. Annoyer,
Be my heart weaver.
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