The Perfect Love

 The Perfect Love




There she was,

The hourglass figure,

With a frilled dress 

Against her pale skin.

She looked perfect,

And I wanted her all for myself.

She seemed all alone,

Standing there all by herself.

I decided to seize the opportunity,

Alas! My brother savored the last pasta piece.


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