Stare deep into her eyes
At a beauty so unique
As my soul slowly dies
And I dare not speak
For the sound of her voice
I am yet to hear
When given the choice
I’ll guard her from fear
And her softest touch
I am still yet to feel
We’re strangers as such
But my feelings are real
If beauty calls
With a single rose
As each petal falls
My love only grows
The day soon will be
When our eyes meet in grace
We can sit by the sea
While I admire her face
A breeze brushes her hair
Softly upon her skin
And we live without care
That how my dreams begin
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