Why do you give me joy
You're like a little boy
Walking around
Kissing me on the hand
Rolling on the ground
Oh art, You really understand.
Like a summer's day,
you flush me
Like a winter's night,
You give me chills.
Goodbye for now,
I'll see you someday,
somehow.
I love you
And I do really need you.
Sincerly,
Michelle.
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