Cherries
Sweet Summer nights,
Spent with you by the lake at your side,
Your enigmatic smile,
Whose white teeth reflect against the dark night sky.
I have a cherry colored vendetta,
It is the same color as your lips,
The ships they pass this house,
We hath built up by the sea.
I could be,
Everything you need,
I could make you come to life,
If only you'd be my wife.
I’d love to,
I’d love to love you,
To show you that I can,
And you will never forget.
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