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Have you seen my love? She bent the corner and disappeared Her voice is as soft as a baby’s hair Her smile is as inviting as the aroma of a freshly opened beer Her eyes pierce through the heart when she stares Her bottom wiggles like the waves of the Atlantic Her lies mellow like a Drake song or any other one of the classics Have you seen my love? She told me to wait here a year ago She stands in a 5-foot-8 frame And walks like Rihanna in the height of her fame Her voice as soothing as the sound of August rain She walks, and all the birds hail her name Her clothes hold on to her body as though they don’t want to ever let go Have you seen my love? I’ve called unto her for like a million times She walks like she owns the place Got two dimples carefully resting on opposite ends of her face. The birthmark planted on her left cheek Complimented by the dimples piercing into her jaws Perfection is her only flaw And she’s been gone 381 nights And my joy’s been gone 381 nights And the colours of life faded 381 nights And I am drifting like the evening winds Basking in the cold of my sins Have you seen my love? She’s my home, she’s got the keys And she’s left me to freeze
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
Have You Seen My Love?
Have you seen my love? She bent the corner and disappeared Her voice is as soft as a baby’s hair Her smile is as inviting as the aroma of a freshly opened beer Her eyes pierce through the heart when she stares Her bottom wiggles like the waves of the Atlantic Her lies mellow like a Drake song or any other one of the classics Have you seen my love? She told me to wait here a year ago She stands in a 5-foot-8 frame And walks like Rihanna in the height of her fame Her voice as soothing as the sound of August rain She walks, and all the birds hail her name Her clothes hold on to her body as though they don’t want to ever let go Have you seen my love? I’ve called unto her for like a million times She walks like she owns the place Got two dimples carefully resting on opposite ends of her face. The birthmark planted on her left cheek Complimented by the dimples piercing into her jaws Perfection is her only flaw And she’s been gone 381 nights And my joy’s been gone 381 nights And the colours of life faded 381 nights And I am drifting like the evening winds Basking in the cold of my sins Have you seen my love? She’s my home, she’s got the keys And she’s left me to freeze
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
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