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My life had been my life While it isn't anymore We met in that night Since then it's been Ours You were armed to invade it With the true face of Innocence I was so defeated That cried to yield at the moment So I took you into my palace And you enthroned yourself the King By all means for you I've pleased And been humble to clean— All the messes of battles That you've fought with Grace The whole world is your foe I'm just your humble maid There are times in jolly atmosphere You stoop to be meek While at times you are fierce With your Orange Bolts streaking me Yet you'll be forever respected By my loyal eyes and servile joy For I'm so willing to service Acting Tiger but a Mewing Toy P.S. Thanks to Spacedunce5 who aroused my desire to write again, I wrote this poem today, and it’s the first English poem I wrote after the winter vacation, depicting my cute pet kitten, which I started to raise in February. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.243.214.104
spacedunce5:witty! the gratitude is too much 122.124.97.249 05/02 21:53
spacedunce5:though (blush 122.124.97.249 05/02 21:54
frolicker:haha~ really thanks a lot! :) 111.243.215.21 05/02 22:40
hahastarr:awwww! 210.54.148.202 05/06 13:17