How many days did God take,
To mend you.
Because your eyes shine,
Like the morning sun.
Your nose as well foundated,
As the Great Pyramid of Egypt.
Your lips as sweet and jusy,
As the water-melon in summer.
Your flesh as soft and warm,
As the sheep’s woo.
Your voice as sweet and smooth,
As the morning birds singing.
Are you an angel?
One night when I went to sleep,
I prayed for tow angels,
To go and guide you,
One on you left and the other on your right.
In two minute later they all came back.
When I asked why,
We are all angels,
And angels can’t look,
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