My love even if you die
I'll never find another guy
Every morning you come with your pretty eyelashes
To early to make me turn into ashes
Your wet,curly hair
Makes we want to braid it if I dare
Three months since we dated
And our love is still growing and not faded
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Author:
Lousie (
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