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
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Buttercup (
Offline) - Published: April 9th, 2024 02:09
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Thank you so much for that Andy
Lovely
Thank you lite
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