She told me she did not love me but
I knew she for sure did
I watched her watching the sky when
It was not the need
She told me she did hate me and I
Knew she did not
For while I walked passed her home
I found her dressed hot
She told me she did not like to meet
Me and she was sorry
I told her to think seriously on loving
Me and should not hurry
One day she rushed into my arms and
Gently kissed my face
I told to keep her love deep and divine and
Its fragrance always fresh
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