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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