Living it a little more
Freely but I can't ignore
That with every second gone she is more-adored
And that's really the reason to why I implore.
I ask her to be a little bit
Less than a sweater that I have to knit,
Less complicated but I must admit
That sometimes I really miss her fits.
She's throwing tantrums to the left and right
I try to calmly calm her, I don't want to fight
So I lightly hug her and her neck I bite
I let her know that I love her with all of my might.
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