So much joke, so much play,
Have no interest to pay,
What he get is what he want,
He round my mind by his words.
Hit me and punch that's what he likes,
But can't gave me some response,
He always annoy me,
But still can't response.
So naughty, so wicked,
But still my heart chose him,
His not perfect,
But his the one I'm looking for.
Now I know how to response,
Response to his joke and to his punches,
Know how to fight, not to hurt him,
But fight for his love.
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PoésiePoems that I created for my love once. This book is dedicated to my family. Where you can see how I love them. But this book is for all that wants to inspired their selves.
