Looking at your pure golden eyes
Your thoughts are always within my soul
My stomach feels like a conservatory of butterflies
I'm losing my control
You're always on my mind
Your look is always stunning
You should be feeling tired for running across my mind
Your love has become my craving
Your beauty forever stuns
And I'm humbled by your grace
Your glow have no puns
I want to see a smile when I look at your face
Then I come back to reality
Realizing my love of you is of my sentimentality
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Author:
Richard Gbadebo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2022 16:20
- Category: Love
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