First Meeting
I never believed I would find such joy,
Beauty entered the lift, Cupid work hard,
Me poor but smart, duties of a bellboy,
Wrote a Valentine: Meet me, I'm Bernard!
Maybe we could saunter to some farmyard,
In fields so quiet, picnic on the grass,
We will talk long to learn who is this lass.
Surely she will get to know who I am.
I did not care I'm transparent like glass.
We’ll kiss, hug and have thrills, love is sweet jam.
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