There lies a thought ,
in a corner of my heart.
About a lovely girl,
who stole it apart.
The thought seems to grow,
day in and out.
Without a second look,
or a little doubt.
The thought develops further,
each night and day.
It compels my heart somehow,
to speak out and say.
Even when I write something,
or scribble a tiny dot.
About a lovely girl,
there lies a thought.
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