Mrs blate fate,
Fancy a sly date,
On holiday away great,
Perfection inner eye infection,
Deception ain't a lie but a disguised interjection.
Mr blunt ain't really on the hunt,
See's her light could be bright,
First sight romantic sensual and right,
Knows her as divine not mine but love could intertwine,
Grow like a bine in my rhyme flowing through your veins as a sign.
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