Trifolium Repens Clover


It Must Be Her

It must be the way she look tenderly at me,
Yearning for love which seem so hard to get.
It must be those sorrowful eyes that captivates my heart,
That glistering tear epitomize the preciousness of a diamond.


It must be the way she laugh out loud,
Her smile so highly contagious that makes me feel proud.
The passion for life glows like an undying flame,

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