one-sided love
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L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète
Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête
Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé
a feather at one’s nape:amidst that cocktail ofsound sight scenthis piqued some part of me;wafting, it beckonedand stroked my core.
Belac, my Belac, my unknowing Belac. . .
Did you know that the first time I saw you I knew there was something?
The wiff of your hair gel stayed with me
Like smells that are meant to be remembered forever
I've never...
Found a treasure...
Like you...
My Treasure,
Sure is hard to here from you
But it's fine I get busy too...
Maybe one day we'll shine
Mostly me since, you're mine...
Hey, Honey!
You are the key
to unlock my heart
Your face is like an art
I bet you never know
because I never show
what I really feel
toward you for real
But that's alright
