She has a beauty that's rather wild,
She looked stunning, even as a child,
Her hair is dark and luxurious,
What about her lips, i'm curious?
I tell myself, she's out of my league,
Yet when i see her, i'm struck with fatigue,
Shall i ask her out? i dont dare,
Not, that i do not care,
Whenevr i, try to speak,
All that come out is a squeek,
I cant help it, i'm in love,
I just need a little help, from above...
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