Love - Poem by Max Parriott
The girl my heart beats for,
The girl my soul hopes for.
Who is this girl I have met,
The girl I love for,
The girl I live for.
The girl I wait for,
The girl I wish for.
Who is this girl I have met?
Her name is five letters of the alphabet,
To know her is to take your own path.
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