I do hope you will realise, one fine day,
that you are just darn lucky, in every way.
You are not even my kind of girl, in any sense,
Yet i dote on you so much, friends call me dense.
I must wake up from the idea soon
Before i really becomes an actual goon.
I do like you to want to date
Guess timing's wrong and should leave to fate.
i do hope you will know.
Before i really go.
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