I could hear her beauty,
The music was just a noise,
The sparks in her eyes aroused my pity,
Denying her my touch could be a curse,
...
You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.
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Your wisdom causes their wiseness to drown,
Intelligence stands on your head as a befitting crown,
Your smartness wears your enemies endless frowns,
Your greatness is now what is the talk of the entire town.
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He has a big festered wound on his right arm,
He feared it might be hiding thousands of unseen germs,
It is after his parents deaths, he knew he had lost his only true gems,
He now has to wake up early, to beg passers-by for alms.
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Your intelligence, as good as driving amazing cars,
You dole out goodness, generously to all your pals,
Your wisdom, unassailably perches on the highest bar,
While foolish people, buried their's in a maar.
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I am huge with the body of a lion, yet I am a sheep,
The den isn't my Zion, yet the sheep come to me only in my sleep,
My ration of the catch tastes sweet, yet from my grip the biggest ones slip,
When what I need is a jet, yet I got entangled in a slow moving ship.
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To all corners of the world your goodness welcomely rolls,
The shines of your wisdom left every other person under bare poles,
The intelligence you've is what many agrees to use for a toll,
Despite their efforts, their smartness is still kept under your sole.
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The journey lasted for not more than forty glorious and blessed years
Before your smiles gradually faded as you journeyed to a land far away,
The hearse swallowed you into its belly, while hearkening not to our fears,
It sirened off with the streams of our cries flowing far beyond our doorways,
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Your intelligence is of a special kind,
Your blessings are uncountable as sands,
God's favour in your life forever binds,
Your wisdom is undoubtedly very sound.
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Today's rain spoiled my mood
But why not spare my room?
It poured in without a shame
So, who's to take your blame?
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What a beaut!
My mind silently, hopefully aspires,
As you made me terribly perspire,
I am now having troubles to respire.
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You journeyed it for short a while,
Before many miles away take flights thy smiles,
Then the hearse bears us the fears,
Not minding that it will bring us tears,
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Whenever troubles come on,
People around you may just look on,
With no one coming near you to lean on,
Yet you have nothing to bank your escape on,
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Your beauty glows like morning light, untouched by fleeting years,
A heart so full of love and joy, untouched by pain or fears.
The lamp of kindness in your soul still casts a steady gleam,
And in your life, God's blessings flow like rivers in a dream.
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Anyone that refuses to accept that you are good is surely committing a sin,
Because you are exceptional when being real good is what we mean,
Your richness is always the talk of the town in all the places you have ever been,
So, the only place poverty can dwell in your home is in your waste bin.
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For love, she waits,
All she's got is hate,
Her lips have gates,
That close late,
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Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.
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In your eyes is the language often spoken by love,
The hat on my head didn't hesitate to passionately doff,
But you responded as if your voice was cracked by a dry cough,
Though. to your rejection of my words, I have made my skin tough.
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Ask me not whether I love you,
My heart shows it as a clear cue,
It's in the glow of my smiles too,
It's what the depth of our rooms knew,
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A Beaty Of A Beauty
I could hear her beauty,
The music was just a noise,
The sparks in her eyes aroused my pity,
Denying her my touch could be a curse,
The roundness on her chest is the cause,
Under her black dress was the dance of her titty,
They're full on her chest as if they're 'bout to burst,
No, I rather turn them to my prettiest cuties.
The sexiness of her lips nearly stopped my pulse,
She's just too sexy to walk lonely round the city,
Tho', I know she needs lots of doughs in her purse,
Before her love can be in my kitty.
I don't mind! Her smile is just too pretty,
Her skin also glows and my palms can be its nurse,
Hope my feel of her freshness will not be gritty.
Oh! I'm already dreaming that she's in my house.
Then the music that came on was beaty,
Then I woke up to feel her absence across,
So, love has left me with loneliness to sign a new treaty,
Oh! So, I woke up from this sweet dream to still carry my own cross.
I in particular, particularly particularise in my own particularity.
True! Money is nothing. But a man without money is nothing.
Successive successes will successfully succeed determination in successions.
Your love is nicer than that of the nicest; yet, better than that of the best.
In search of a true love, I went to the wisest men; they said I'd need to love three people at once. Luckily, they gave me their names as: YOU, YOU and YOU.
Whoever said there are just seven wonders in the world, surely hadn't seen you, because you are undoubtedly the eighth.
If loving you is committing sin; hell-fire, here I come.
It's a mourning, when there's no money in a morning.