Once, twice, thrice...
She losts count, but still she tries.
Wasted like a field of withered rice,
She got frustrated and then she cries.
Then he came, a special friend of her.
He, who stays and is always there.
Offering a comfort lean on his shoulder,
But that made the girl cry louder.
Again, she tried to find "The One",
Trying not look like a nun.
But, there again, she found none.
No one, who'll make her sorrows gone.
She cried again, and then he came.
He, who's always there after her game.
Now, she already feel ashame
Of her friend who always keep her tame.
Forks are those she tried to search for.
She doesn't know that she can't have more
Of the soup of love she wanted before,
If she kept on using forks for the soup, down to it's core!
One day, she woke only to realize,
One thing, she'd been thinking twice.
Her stomach, full of butterflies
Everytime she thought of her friend, so nice.
Then, she came up for a final decision.
"I already found The One!" She said with determination.
The One who will heal her heart's incision,
Whom at her worst, became an inspiration.
Now, she already knew what is right,
So she keeps on holding it very tight.
Eating the soup of love, even at night,
With the spoon among the forks, with all her might!
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-miminess<3
