Not just another girl,
You wanted to tell the world that I am your pearl.

When cures for disorders of the universe are held captive,
Your arms has natural therapy that rest my pain at ease.

In my sweetness you nurse,
When fight occurs everything is a curse.

Since I stepped into your world,
You have stopped calling me baby girl.

My tears was your main concern,
Which is why you keep it flow through our fern that almost burn.

If you really observe,
You should know that we both deserve what we have served.

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