My Sweet Dot
When I went to a spot
Thousand miles away from the dot
Dot where I originated, dot that made me a bot
I was overwhelmed when I reached your spot
You, the first one who greeted me so hot
I was warmed and changed my clot
I don't say much, but my heart says a lot
I wish we can be more than what we got
You looked at me with a paper to jot
You didn't say much, but bent me like a knot
You wrote down short words on the dot
Drew pictures of me without a blot
I thank you and I will always love you for that...
My Sweet Dot!
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