Apple of mine eye


She is the Apple of my eyes,
The joy of my soul,
The love of my life,
The incredible rose of many smiles,
The wind that blows towards the Mountain Everest,
The song of many melodies,
The pasture of riches,
The pleasantries of miracles,
The given rod of correction,
The untold beauty, the Queen of my days,
The success of worlds,
The heights of many waters,
The blossom of wonders,
The ultimate gold from the blessings of eternity,
The star gazer and the root of love,
The pot of laughter, the Goddess of my joyful youth and the
Queen of melodies and harps.
Therefore let all ears hear this,
For my lover's hands touched the sky,
And her lips the sun,
For she shone like the glittering stars,
And smiled with the blessings of many,
For the days of her life begun with the melodious tones in her,
Yea, I have a goodly heritage,
And a perfection ,
A sweetie, a sweetheart, that throbes my heart,
And till then, I shall behold her in my arms for eternity,
Saying, all night long.

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