Everyday, I glance your way,

Wish that you were mine...

Though I know that,

My wish is bad,

Since your heart is...


No matter what,

I want your heart,

Your gentleness and love...

But you already sold it,

To her, your pretty dove.

If only I could be that girl,

You'd give me all the pearls,

But, oh, it's not the stones I want...

It's you...

And only you.

(Note: This is just a poem I made up. It does not relate to my life.)

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