Women's Day
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In the name of the forbidden fruit you convinced me to eat,
In the name of beatings of my heart with your heart beat,
In the name of frozen icy love that melted in your heat,
In the name of your adventure and my responding feat,
In the name of love that looked awkward but in fact so neat,
In the name of the art of baking in the oven a piece of meat,
In the name of the kitchen where there's your lovely seat,
In the name of learning at last how a woman I should treat,
I, do hereby, sign to gift my all days to you, cloudy or sunny,
Against your nights full of joys of your talks, really funny!
Bu şiiri puanla
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