You speak of words glazed with honey
Whilst you babble, your eyes are dreamy.
It creeps into my heart like a serpent,
Sugary yet venomous, vile but sweet.
Are you a poet? You talk like one.
How come your lips smell of scented phrases
And drip off with savory utterances.
Indeed, very sumptuous for my liking.
Oh, are you a knight or a Viking?
Maybe not. Your smirk marks a poet’s way.
You hold your head towards the sky
Like a proud cavalier with a colorful lie.
I must say, you bear the insignia of a bard
Aye! Your tales oft caught me off guard.
Yoona 
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