A Girl Who Sit Infront Of Me In Class Poem by auty paul jason

A Girl Who Sit Infront Of Me In Class



She is plain.
She is cute.
She is flexible.
And, she is the one I love.

Sweet, nice, adorable
And all the words for good things
Can't complete her.
Even the word 'PERFECT' mean too little for her.

But,
That is not why I loved her.
I just-You know?

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