I want to right my wrongs
So I write my wrongs
And it seems to come right along
But then I see my wrongs
Are right at home
I smile at her
While inside I may differ
But how might I say to her
Bring these things to me like a caterer
I most definitely favor her
But some things later were
A major turn
My love makes me happy
To say the least
And I would gladly
Brave a beast
Who would make a feast
Of my lovely sweets
But would she
In turn
Brave what she may see
In me?
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