glad that you found me, though every second
count every minutes but every
awhile bring changes in
my life, even it offer no chances to change
that ruin of what is new to find
my arms get tire and my head turn around for rest
where can I start to hold you back again
for every time I close my heart
your face change my head
like flowers that blooms and dried after it sees the
sky, though its all fancy yet the smell
catches the butterfly to kiss not
unless it touches the risen pollen of
your smile
hail on dear, I have capture the den and poison
the dead, but my eyes wound not stop seeing
your tenderness smile of your lips
I love you...
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