How pretty is to be in her eyes
How Beautiful I look
How cruel to corrupt her in lies
Aint a chapter, she's my book
I've been set free from streets of heartbreak
Look how garden has become my fate
Each flower that blooms with by her smile gifted
I'm not just a mere lover no more
I'm a poet and pains curse has been lifted
What's more blessed that my mother ask her name often
I pray to the one above heavens for the distance be shorten
I wish were do close our Fingers entwined, making memories at skies looking
I'm made a king for she's my crown , Kissing her hand sayin' At Your Sevice my Queen



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