Like a puzzle you can’t play
Maybe in a favorite place
But with rice and grains
Making it hard to guess
In a style I hardly precise
But once you tell me I do
I am not going to undo
But to hold still with you
You might as well confessed
About thing’s you have never confess
It has once happened
In a pretty place.
Joy through the conquest
When you win the heart
You feel happy beside
Not minding the thing’s they said
You meet who was best
It doesn’t just matter
You are the controller
You are the remote
Only you can leave the balcony
Not just that of the house
But the one with style
Do not just style me with the smile’s
I am saying what is best at the time.
You do not just know how I feel
Maybe something you might have hide in
I am not going pick out
But many times I will pick in
In the group we will see it
I do not just roll like a dice
Many times I am the dice
I will confirmed the time
It must be at the exact time
You wouldn’t just caught my heart
But you will succeed in getting me to yourself
All without problems
Without nonsense
But with loving
And happiness
Keep the small key
You might want to open it sometimes.
This poem says something hilarious, but for some people, they will say it is the truth, but I do not know if it is actually so, I can only say that, it is base on individual differences, and can not be generalized to everyone, because not everybody are like me, maybe, she succeeded in getting me through foods. I am sure not all men’s heart can be gotten through food.
Only foodi like me fall for it. 😃🤣