Category : Poems

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To be shy,
To be bright,
To be sorrow,
Love will come,
Take to you as mite,
But to warn,
For love is no toy,
But power,
To kill,
To create,
But forbid,
Young love will die,
In pain,
It tis fake,
It must be forgot,
For it will shrible,
And be forgotton,
Forever.