That you should proffer me one glimpse
One fleeting glance into your world,
Of beauty, humor, depth, pain and cheer
That you should dangle your blue blue eyes
Your full rich smile
As meat before a starving wolf.

That mere glimpse would be as a dagger.
Would you prick a junkie’s vein,
And not deliver the nectar craved?

Lo, not a single Sunday, but a month, a Year of Sundays.
No mere glimpse, but a rapt gazing, a glowing admiration–
A reverent longing, a stunned bliss…
That you might afford my plane ticket.
Really, I wouldn’t do that to you.
This is the measure of my ardour.

Always twittering all day long.
Like a princess, dancing in the moonlight.

Your music soars through the starlight very bright and she gives always her soul with full might.
Your obsession for getting a pony is in close sight. I say FIGHT FIGHT!!

Eatin a herring is what she like.
She sings always joyfull in the mic, say what what, yes in the MIC!
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Zo nu weet ik eventjes niet meer wat ik moet typen..

real roses wither, like most loves will do
that’s why i grant a plastic rose to you
for it may be fake, its beauty is real
and never dying, like the love that i feel

dat is zo zoet als ik het kan maken, zonder dat mijn tanden er ter plekke uitvallen.

Weedebee