You’re the lullaby of my eyes when you move,
As your seen cat walking closer to me,
The queen with a soften body
In streets your walk is the topic of the day
Oh my brown skinned lady
These aren’t my words but adopted I say
I daydream when walking together hand in hand,
Like two lover birds sitting together singing a lullaby
In a stormy windy weather
Together looking in each other’s eyes,
Rolling selves like crows hunting hoppers
Smiling and laughing at each other like madmen,
As I arise I see your walk lull me,
Thoughts are ever walking together as one
Like keys to a luggage,
We all use them to prevail our information,
Our hands and palms together earlier as said,
I think all is that because she is!
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