Desperate Reconciliation

I really need to see your eyes my sweet.

If I don't, I may die every day.

They shine inside my heart and move my feet,

and they make my soul free, flying sun rays.

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I really need to smell your hair today.

If I don't, I may cry every night.

Your aroma lifts me in such a way

that my spirit will never be with fright.

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I really need to see you my sweet cakes.

If I don't, I will frown every time.

Your shape and your sways make me want to shake,

and it makes me want to say, "you’re so fine."

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You know what word is missing from this rhyme?

"Love" is what I'm talking about this time.

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A sonnet by Bazooka Teaches