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My imagination

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

  • Author: Richard Gbadebo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2022 16:20
  • Category: Love
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