I imagine the witty hooks
of young ones in love.
He tells her, _"aren't you a strawberry
looking like a cherry on top!"_
_"We're in this jam together,_
_light of my eye my Sunjam."_
And how with a loaf of words,
he'd end with,
_"I'll let nothing get in between us;_
_but be between two slices of bread."_
Turning cheeks red and sweet.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 10:10 AM UTC
I imagine the witty hooks
of young ones in love.
He tells her, _"aren't you a strawberry
looking like a cherry on top!"_
_"We're in this jam together,_
_light of my eye my Sunjam."_
And how with a loaf of words,
he'd end with,
_"I'll let nothing get in between us;_
_but be between two slices of bread."_
Turning cheeks red and sweet.
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