Romance

I raise my head and sniff the air,

And all I can smell is your apple scented hair,

When we are apart I always think of you,

And when we are together, I don’t know what else to do,

But hold you in my arms,

Try to impress you with my charms,

And kiss your sweet lips,

For no one has ever before, made me feel like this.


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