Her


Her eyes are like sunrise
when I wake up

Her lips glitter like the stars up in the sky
navigating me through the darkness

Her face light up my world
when I'm feeling down, which I found precious

Precious her, oh her, she is a treasure?

Her stares makes my heart jump
to when I'm trying to ignore

Her oh her, why her?
she can't be ignore nor be treacherous

For her is demure, not just dumure, but more

Her is always new to me
even though I seen her, but haven't yet knew her

For her she's no beautiful, but gorgeous

For me I will try to know her.

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