To decribe

to decribe him isint hard

sure,i'll give it a go,

he is sweet,like sugar,

strong like a bear

fast as a rabit,

swift as a fox

my love for him,you might ask

ever so steady,growing more by the day,

his love for me,you might ask,

to be true i dont know,

but i do know i love him so,

to describe him,

it isint to hard,

but to guess his love,

i can not tell,

untill i find courage to ask,

describing is all fun and games,

but his love, if any,

is hidden behind,a perfectly played mask.

The End

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