I do not ponder
thoughts of kings who will buy me flowers,
all though I know it
is the thought that counts
for the boy who
builds me a garden with his hands
is the one I will
love with unearthly amounts
I do not wish for a prince to hold me close
all though it looks
satisfying in movies on the tv,
I long for the boy
who makes me wild,
while radiating
convivial energies
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