Herb Poem by Chan Mongol

HERB

I couldn't handle no and didn't talk in shame, in fear;

Inside the heart, I hid my love for her, for my dear!

I expected her to approach me and talk to me;

The time was too short and I just remained unlucky.

Thinking of her gave me the herb to be vigorous;

I wanted her but couldn't tell her it for being nervous!

Her kindness, her power of comprehension;

She got the beauty of class and education.

Noble girls don't last and they end up with bad guys;

Bad men find good ones and I get surprise!

I decorated her as the divine, as an angel;

My love was daily growing for her, for real!

❤ 😍 💖 ❣ 💕 💘 ❤ 😍 💖 ❣ 💕 💘 ❤ 😍 💖