Your eyes are like sky double stars,
Their shining lights fall down on us.
Your hair are like waterfalls,
Their silken lines with wishes calls.
You are like brilliant seldom stone
But you're alive, I hear your moan.
I wish you cuddle and defend,
To be your lover and your friend.
My fantasies are turning on,
I want to cry my winning groan.
I want with you in heaven glide
And ever have you on my side.
Your beauty
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