The first time I saw him was in a picture
And I was taken aback
Curly messy hair
Loving green orbs
Lovely smile
Mr. Harry Styles
Define an ideal human being
You tell a definition
I tell Harry Styles
What are you!
Making people in the world dizzy
Making them see what you see
Making them love again
Making them go crazy
Making them live a life
Mr. Harry Styles
Your songs touch our hearts
Like it’s for us
Your songs teach us
Like you are our teacher
Your songs have feelings
Making us feel it
Above all
You are the person
Who saved us
Who teaches us
Who makes us laugh
Who give us values to learn
So this one is a thank you
To you Mr. Harry Styles
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Cordelia J
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