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Danielle
but you accuse me of trying to win thy heart, saying that its nothing but empty lies, you think that your so damn smart. Complements die on soft ears, Longing for what I remember of a stunning face, Rejecting the truth stings like pointed spears, Your mind seems hardened to affection like a carapace. Beauty is but a word to describe such a sight, Women say that men will do anything to get their way, For a minute give up the fight and listen to what I have to say. I think you are a wonderful friend, someone I can get to know, to talk to and make mend. Someone with brilliant eyes, gazing openly into them, like the starlit skies. With a face that is soft and kind, one that you don't forget, it is rare and very hard to find. A body that is nice to say the least, a thing that is remembered, and to any male eye is a feast. Gentle hands in mine is bliss, I give them affection, with a soft, tender kiss. These things are very accurate and true, I admire many other things, But these are just a few.
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