Everytime I look at her,

I tell myself,

“She so fine!”

“She a dime!”

I’d pay a fine,

If looking at her was a crime.

Sitting on the grass,

Raise a glass,

Raising a glass of wine.

Telling her she fine,

She cracks a smile,

And yeah, I love her.

Just dreaming,

All this time I’m just dreaming,

I miss her smile,

I miss her smell,

It’s like of red roses,

‘Cause she a dime, she a dime.

05:01:2024

– Leo ♌