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Things I Love
I love the smell of fresh wind.
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
One day,I'll remember today's date.
And I'll remember the happiness.
While deciding my fate.
I love it when the wind blows.
And the sun is warm during summer.
Today,I wouldn't rather be with none other.
The way I drunk hot chocolate during winter,without feeling a bummer.
Just imagine a fancy ball.
A shiny,royal hall.
On this day, a ballroom dance.
Hoping to one day take the chance.
For now,all I can do is hope.
While my life does develop.
My emotions staying and changing for a while.
At the end,I'll probably see his smile.
I love the taste of chocolate paste.
Spread on a cake,or a butter cake.
The way the sun shines on the ethereal lake.
And fish swimmed in the pond.
I'll remember this day,hopefully for very long.
Whether I spend it with someone or alone.
At the end,I'll be on my throne.
I may hear his voice.
Take a bubble bath filled with foam.
I will remember this special day.
By someone far away.
One day,I'll get a bouquet of roses.
And I will light up and shine.
Brighter than the sunlight.
And a happiness all mine.
Sometimes,I can't help but look at the passing time.
And how this one of a kind joy came with time.
Of course,things start out small.
But I'll always remember the lore.
So let me imagine the perfect day.
And the memory will never go away.
I remember when we were kids and used to play.
One day,it will be this one special day.
As time went by fast.
But memories will always last.
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
One day,I'll remember today's date.
And I'll remember the happiness.
While deciding my fate.
I love it when the wind blows.
And the sun is warm during summer.
Today,I wouldn't rather be with none other.
The way I drunk hot chocolate during winter,without feeling a bummer.
Just imagine a fancy ball.
A shiny,royal hall.
On this day, a ballroom dance.
Hoping to one day take the chance.
For now,all I can do is hope.
While my life does develop.
My emotions staying and changing for a while.
At the end,I'll probably see his smile.
I love the taste of chocolate paste.
Spread on a cake,or a butter cake.
The way the sun shines on the ethereal lake.
And fish swimmed in the pond.
I'll remember this day,hopefully for very long.
Whether I spend it with someone or alone.
At the end,I'll be on my throne.
I may hear his voice.
Take a bubble bath filled with foam.
I will remember this special day.
By someone far away.
One day,I'll get a bouquet of roses.
And I will light up and shine.
Brighter than the sunlight.
And a happiness all mine.
Sometimes,I can't help but look at the passing time.
And how this one of a kind joy came with time.
Of course,things start out small.
But I'll always remember the lore.
So let me imagine the perfect day.
And the memory will never go away.
I remember when we were kids and used to play.
One day,it will be this one special day.
As time went by fast.
But memories will always last.
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