Buttercup

Buttercup

Friends shouting about titanic

please don't think I'm lunatic

 

Now he finally knows

I call him my Jack, I'm his Rose

 

Though nervous and shy

about feelings, one cannot lie

 

He confessed his heart,

it came with a nickname, a special part

Buttercup, a sweet name, which gave our love story a start

  • Author: Buttercup (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2024 02:09
  • Category: Love
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  • Buttercup

    Thank you so much for that Andy

  • Lite

    Lovely

    • Buttercup

      Thank you lite



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