Word Morph
A SOUL in wait for you lies
Knowing and repenting all FOUL she tries
Everyone calls her a FOOL
But her eyes have a never-ending POOL
Where in WOOL she wraps her love well and good
Deep inside her heart in a chest of WOOD
Her eyes HOOD themselves as a shield
They HOLD smile that only for you yeilds
Her love, she makes it BOLD
So nothing and no one could ever make it FOLD.
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