The fetching has not been a catch-up
The flex has not turned distraction
Can you see the portion
Does it bloom?
Your faring took my wash up
A vex that's no imitation
How can your not ration
Where is the room
No acting not even an prop up
Strangers met in a crowded room
Once one convicts love
A stalker, a worry,
Do I look like am in love?