Oh sweet piece of Heaven on Earth,
No other worldly wonders can ever compare
to the highest form of your love, I dare–
Say that you are the time well-gained.
The mist that has appeared in these–
spectacles that have reflected you forever,
Has yearned for your eyes to lovingly stare,
Right back at the doe-like eyes I bare.
My lips are locked with secrets unrevealed,
But my heart’s pounding undeniably concede,
Words unuttered are completely overflowing,
And my mind has prevented to be blown in.
I love you doesn’t seem to suffice what I feel,
because I don’t love you, I adore you–
Much more than what it actually means,
Take me, I’m yours… for all eternity.
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