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I'd like to see your perfect eyes...
I'd like to hold your hand forever...
And I don't need another guys,
Though they are beautyful and clever.

I'd like to love and to be loved...
But it's impossible, I know.
Your sight is hot... Your voice is soft...
I'm crazy! 'Cause I love you so!

I'd like to be a little star,
To watch you every day from sky...
And though, from me you are so far,
My fuckin dreams are only my.

I'm just a poet, just a fan...
I'm OK, I am not ill!!!
I write my poems as I can!
They are for you, my dear Bill...