You, the Peace of My earth, first
The Face, Precious Eyes, like Marble
Your heart, appears like a book of Jasmine
I want to take, crystals, your eyes, sparkle
You cannot fade, in the Park, where people walk
I listen to your beautiful and random, Things
I love the Example of Brilliant punctuation
Your hips in phrases and Sexy is possible
Your Sun is bombing my weak palm trees
You're Extraordinary in the translations of angels and nervousness
I gather my Tides for you,
My blood in the Hands of a mission called I Love You
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