The Last Love Is Leave Poem by Alex Cheng

The Last Love Is Leave



When I saw her firest time,
Her smell like flower,
Then I fall in love,
I think I am the one of admirer.

When I saw her second time,
I give her a bunch of rose,
She accept,
And kiss my face,

That's terrible night,
A handsome man took her away,
I am a crazy bull,
I lost my way.

When I am calm.
I think maybe the last love is leave

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