Treasure Island

Buyunde Acura Sylivester

(8/10/1990 - Date / Kenya, Western province)

My Love: I Know You


Shiny and modern,
Young juvenile face of beauty,
Looking intimately nonchalant,
Very humane and softened,
Extremely the best choice.
Strong and full of ideas,
That forever bind us,
Everytime you tune to talk,
Rhythmically, am moved baby.

Luminous of sparkling cheeks,
Overwritten in a thousand smiles,
Verifying the perfect work of God,
Externally be it,
Still Internally you are.

Dearly furnished in fit shape,
Okay in length and breadth,
Rated and compared to red roses,
Cute from toenail to eyelash,
Accurately spaced strides to walk,
Sincerely, I know you Dorcas.

Submitted: Sunday, March 10, 2013

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Just felt the beauty of my lovely darling from her pictures in my album!

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