I just love the way you talk,
The classic way you get annoyed and protest,
As if a lioness walking along the forest,
Still I am fervent to, holding your snowy hands, walk.
The Almighty well knows,
When I am going to be gifted,
With you ‘my dearly loved',
I will keep trying as far as time goes.
Nothing else know I, loving you is my duty,
Even love will love you for your matchless beauty!
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