Words of a Poetess

Yours

..... .

No matter cures
Your the one who I adores
My love is you —pours

I'll do all
As if it making me fall
I might call
Your adorable tall

I love you
I always do
Because for you
All I can do

Making me stupid
I will show my timid
Because by cupid
Were both did

Sorrow envelops
Facing loops
Beautiful as scallops
We will make ops

I'll be thier
Caressing your hair
No one can hire
I will always yours.