You say you don't understand
Your heart is a mess,
Give you all of me
I must confess.
Words from heart
Never used'em before,
Stanzas dedicated to you
Love the sound, encore.
Always hear if you need to tell a story
Your prestige, more then my glory
Love the way you are, no need to tell history
I make you a subject of my poetry.
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