I configure words that I should mutter through my lips,
Words not only I should say,
But those who lost their will and grace,
Give me a rose,
And a bottle of black ink,
To shroud my sadness,
And to hide her beauty, so I think,
But those words she mutters,
I dare not say.
Those beautiful eyes,
And her loving embrace,
Shows me no one in this world,
Has ever met a girl with such an appealing grace.
She speak not a word,
And yet it gets to me,
She dares not look at me,
But she calls me by my name.
I would give anything,
For her I will
For her I would surrender,
For her I will
For her, ...
Only her...
My one and only...
Lover.
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