Her name is harshneet
Her job is to cheer
Wish she lives down the street
So that lovely voice, daily I hear
.
The purpose? Im not sure
Wether is to please
Or to open the door
Of her heart I want to seize
.
One of the kind, you are!
Thy magic makes me smile
Why you live so bloody far?!
Can't you get closer for like a mile?
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Hey guys, this poem is dedicated to one of my friends, hope you like it (:
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