Nuka's Poem:
Dear Kiara,
I may not be poetic
Some say I'm pathetic
You're the only one who felt sympathy
While the others teasted me willfully
You were and still are my Saviour..
With your perfect behavior
You kept me from the dark
I would hate for us to be apart
And now I know my wounds are sewn
And now I'm not alone
First I thought my heart was made of stone
Feeling always unknown
I remember meeting under the Oak tree
When it was just you and me.
this is the greatest gift I give
You make me want to still life
I know this is a poor poem
but its all I've got
I love you, Kiara.
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