Your smile makes my heart skip a beat
Which I think is no mean feat
Your smooth voice is like honey in my ear
Which I think I can't wait to hear
Your eyes hypnotise my clear mind
Which I think I would not mind
Your presence itself is so divine
Which I think has got my heart confined
Your soul is made of pure gold
Which I think, can melt and fit perfectly
Into my heart's mould.
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