He always loved mint
A box, a bowl, or a pint
Sweets, candies, or cakes
What he sleeps or wakes
Never he ever had none
Of a mint ice cream cone
Mint is his comfort food
Because mint is very good
One day, he suddenly feels unwell
A girl so minty, she made him fell
Love her he did, and so she did
For her he put aside his greed
Because he do love mint
But his smile is the hint
Of his truest feelings inside
To be forever by her side
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Hearts of Roses
PoesíaA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
