Her


I wish I had her heart,
the one I love.
She does not feel the same
as I do for her.

I convinced she to listen
to the story of me and her.
She smiled, I swear I saw it,
from that beautiful face of hers.

Her friend said give up,
I said I not dare
for as long as I live
I'll think of no one but her.

One day, no matter how long it takes
she'll realize it when she awakes.
Cause one day with me at the end
we will be together, just me and her.

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