Your honour, I have tried to resist,
But my feelings unto her do persist,
It's like a kind of strong miracle,
Which is confusing my brain's circle.
I have fight for long to let her love off my wrist,
But the same feelings deep in me insist,
That I should not let go her love particle,
So am confused, left in a desert chicle.
I am not that kind of a pessimist,
Though I am just thinking she like my chemist,
Funny enough she haven't said anything tentacle,
I am just suspecting her, she is after my heart's carbuncle.
The way she looks at me in a romantic twist,
Her attractive love swag as she turns a fist,
Its true she is stealing my heart and soul's oracle,
Tell me your honour, should ago for her love vesicle? .
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