Rookie (19/6/1989 / Abia)

Cos The Name Love

Lovely words graced your golden greeting card,
Your elaborate sparkling appearance
Makes you a queen on further acquaintance,
Painting your real world can make me a bard.

But, hate me not, cos i strike your mind, hard,
For love's a music, am afraid to dance
Cos, it sings a hit that need endurance,
If not, one's heart will scattered like a shard.

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