Not a love story
In a world where differences bloom, Among the rest, you brightly loom. Adored by many, cherished and true, Qualities rare, a radiant view. My heart whispers, "I like you so," Feelings pure, a gentle flow. Content with what we share today, Certainty blooms, won't fade away. I'll treasure these feelings, ever so dear, Hoping fate binds us, drawing near. In the chapters unwritten, destiny's decree, Let's continue our tale, not a love story, but free. By Ms. Victoria Ivy Lastimado
