This devoted man tells me
my name is in tune with his heart;
my voice is music to his ears;
my scent lingers sweetly til he closes his eyes at night.
Sweet whispers and lacy words
yet he remains the one I’m not in love with.
crappy doodles and sloppy notes
This devoted man tells me
my name is in tune with his heart;
my voice is music to his ears;
my scent lingers sweetly til he closes his eyes at night.
Sweet whispers and lacy words
yet he remains the one I’m not in love with.
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