You are my adorable and beautiful being,
Heavenly enchanting,
You are a cheerful sin,
Loyal in a world of tasting.
I am an embarrassing poetry,
But it doesn’t matter who I am,
Because I am just a friend.
You are the me inside of me.
Even having fingers to point and choose,
You still special when you lose
The hottest sun from the winter…
If I am a writer,
The world is a paper,
And you are my printer…
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