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A poem about unrequited love. |
| See-ing him walk by makes my heart flutter. Hav-ing him look at me makes my insides turn to warm butter. Hear-ing him laugh is like listening to a melodious song. Watch-ing him smile is like knowing him for oh-so-long. Yearn-ing for him is to know tremendous pain. Be-ing his friend is to know love terribly profane. -ing him |