If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem,
So what am I to do?
If I could write a poem,
I would tell you lots of things,
Of love and happiness
and the joy your friendship brings.
But I cannot write a poem,
So you will never know
Just how much I love you,
And now I have to go!
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
We all have many types of friends,
And in our lives, they come and go.
But if we
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
