are my words makes you angry in last time...
and still not beliving in me...
belive me my little girl..
actually you still teenager girl..
yes, my dear...
that is a truth..
yes my teenager girl..
it shown from your eyes, ..
even your eyes say it...
don`t be angry my little fancier...
because that is not a sin, nor you are not apostate..
just wait..
wait your arrived train..
sure you will catch up your train..
but just wait, ,
wait, when its a time...
your face is a beauty garden..
all will try to catch you..
don`t be harry, , just wait...
don`t be dazzled with my poems, , ,
from a first minute..
and be careful my little girl..
go away from my waves..
don`t even try to swim in my seas..
its so deep...
i afraid about you, my young girl...
to fall in my nets...
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