Naty (#2)
Your beauty will force me to learn your tongue,
Because I am a notorious flirt.
A little poetry could never hurt,
So now, on you, my attention is hung.
By your presence, my essence has been stung.
In the same way that a rose grows from dirt,
You inspire a poetic growth spurt,
So, from my mind this poetry has sprung.
Now, for you to hear each one of my words,
I must be able to flirt in Spanish.
If the words that I write can not be heard,
Then from your mind, these words may be banished.
I can not waste these words that have been stirred,
Or let the opportunity vanish.
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