Ali Rizwan

(25.05.94 / Pakistan)

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Your Face


I love your smile, its just so nice
Your face is so pretty, I always look thrice
Your eyes, sweety i love that hazel in your eyes
And your face makes me go crazy as mice
Id like to hold you in my arms
To show you my delightful charms
When we hug, its like im flying in the sky
When you look at me I go so high,
When i saw you for the first time
To see a glimpse of that smile, Id do any crime
Before I met you, my life was hell
But now around me you made a love shell
Just one hug made me realize
That in love id have to specialize
When I see your hair and see those curls
Id like to compliment you as they look like pearls
I really love your face
When ever I see it I get embraced

Submitted: Thursday, December 02, 2010
Edited: Friday, October 07, 2011

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