My Belle is a well
A fountain from which I drink
Limpid liquids that tell
Me someday we'll clink
Glasses as my gaze would
Peer at her tinted glasses
And tell her good
Night in readiness for classes
She'd teach the morning
To teach me to tweet
Love in the evening
When we'd sit
To share a shower
To dare to care for each other
To love with all the power
To shut up a pouting puff adder.
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