I met a girl.
To me, her name tastes like a smell of grass
And beauty of the rainbow after the harsh attack of rain in the scorching summer.
I met her, and I fall
In love with her each time I dream of us
Together, and I collect these stunning moments like fruits collects a farmer.
I give a gentle touch to her,
A little scratch on hand, and she reciprocates with an enamoured smile,
A fervent glance, a balmy kiss, a low moan, and I need nothing more.
Softly, like a connoisseur
I put attentiveness in a deep understanding of her, such versatile.
My senses, aspirations, history and values – I place them all in my adore of her.
I met a girl
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