When We First Met
With eyes wide open
Stiring into the deep blue sky,
Your first question to me,
What is your name pretty?
I felt like the first time hearing this question.
As you softly held my hand
I got a ship wreck in my belly.
I was scared but joyful.
With my microscopic eyes
I piears through your heart
and drew you close to me.
We sat down for tea and
milkshaked and on the story goes.
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