In a year of four seasons,
you are my ice-cream in all season,
without any particular reason,
I kiss before you melt,
I bite the very end of the cone,
I grab you with all my fingers tight,
you are my ice-cream
and you are my soul💜
I will handle well before you go 😉,
I suck, lick and bite,
you can neither deny nor can you depart,
for you are my ice-cream,
and you are my soul💜.
©abiab
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