Here is a poem i made while playing guitar. The poem is not for anyone in specific. Yet.
Roses are red
and violets are blue
your eyes are as beautiful as the mid morning's dew
although they are a wonderful sight
your hair is a sweet smelling delight
all these things make you neat
but what i really want is for me and this mystery girl to meet
By me
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