That girl was a small fantasy!

It was a lusture in her eyes, which didn’t let any choice, leave; instead of seeing her Instead of seeing her! Her strawberry flavoured lips, And the cherry like cheeks, Together with magic around her and with soft cottony flicks, Create a passion in me Of seeing her, only of seeing her! Whenever she was …

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