Young girl don't
Fall in love don't
Those who fall get bruises
Bruises that leave creases
Like skins of reptilia
Ugly than the uglier
You have a heart tender
Don't be a love vendor
For the more you sell,
The more they vandal
Your gentleness young gal
Whilst you still have your values
Argue not how a loser argues
That I will try and fail
For indeed they end up frail
Don't fall in love
Even though it is from above
You are an envy to the daisies
Roses are jealous, just like lillies
Don't their ribs tickle
When love causes a ripple
Prunning you with a sickle
You should past love dribble
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