I'll swallow my pride and ask for. a ride on the rollercoaster of your beauty and smile, down to the purity of your heart and glistening of your eyes.
With your permission I'll capture the memories in the cards of my heart and each day I rise, I'll start with the image of your hands in mine.
I'd blow up the sun and moon to be left with your shine, I'll erase the stars and replace each one with your face in the sky. I'll stop time to freezer your perfect image in my eyes.
Each time I question, what lights me up more? your voice? or the thought that with each passing day, I get the chance to call you mine?
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