Tru Luv...
From a petel to a rose,
ur distinguished like a flower,
like a moth to a flame im magnetized by power,
like sand in an hour glass awaiting to be half empty or half full,
im drowning in a body of water and not knowing you is that pool...
Tru Luv...
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