Kevin Fung Poems

Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who stole my heart?
She's the kind of girl
who you love so much,
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Like ants they march,
towards their death.
Pawns in the games of chess.
Soldiers march, rifles fire.
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Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
So many words leaving my mouth.
So little words that you can hear.
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To the girl, who sees, hears and knows all that I love.

Leaves are everywhere,
fluttering in the breeze.
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There she is,
the girl across the street.
You see her,
and she sees you.
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What is love?
Love is love,
Love is snuggling under the sheets,
Love is holding you in my arms,
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