THE VIRGIN
POEM: THE VIRGIN
By PoetKa
She married a Virgin
A Virgin he was
He said he was no Virgin
But he must be a virgin
Where is the virgin
Over there is the virgin
How you know he's a virgin
You can see in his own glass
So did she steal his virgin?
Seduced and stole his vigin, and his pure and sweet romance
She fell in love with a virgin
Does the virgin love her too?
If only she knew, how much their love and lives has grew
The more in love she fell,
In love with a virgin
And her virgin only is whom she loves to be true
The Virgin, Poem by PoetKa
P.s. Can you find me a virgin too?
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