***In sync like rhythm to a beat.
Like honey, so sweet even the bees remember me.
Love is like a taste of heaven, He's lucky.
I guess that's why my favorite number is 7.
A sacred treasure, being without me, brings him no pleasure.
Not to sound cocky, but more so confident,
if we ever break up, I know he'll be right back again. ***
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