I met a Nun
Who gave me a smile
Due to shyness I returned none
All I did was stare in a while
I have decided, For her I will keep
Together we must have fun
For i see her even in my sleep
So vivid even after morning sun
I swear to make her mine
For she has become my Baseline
Promising to make her reach cloud nine
For above all its my best line
Due to her fashionable design
She has become my headline
Leaving me with no choice but define
Having no other option but heed her lines
Her shoes I will shine
Let them say its an abuse
I care not for she is my sunshine
To her i really have no excuse
I must worship in her shrine
For there is a lot of pure hope
Even if under moonshine am safe
For in her all i have to cope
In this I know, in her I have to trust
Even in my deadline and graveline
Yea Her love I must better
For she is my grapevine 🍇
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