Her Poem by Paris Dunner

Books of love, with this old man to stay humble
Jokes on us, so I must drop a kid, Lord willing
They keep billing me
I do not accept any other opinions
Love is love, love is real, so I honor that
Small stacks because I'm on my way to a fortune
Dreaming of her, I lock it
The most I ever done with her is nothing.
I adore that moment
Watching the show, we just chilling
Memoirs
Something happen, speak to her at a distance
But everybody knows we're together.