i see a star that dropped from heavens above
sat in divine blue with angelic glory
on floor that's so mundane but is made special by her touch
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Feelings that never experienced haunting me every minute
She was my dream love that remained unexpressed
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It was once
You were my present and future
You were my world and life
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How sweet it would be if I were a Fly
that I can fly to any far and to any corner
find my angel and see her admiring always
I can fly to sky above if she is in flight flying far
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Feelings
i see a star that dropped from heavens above
sat in divine blue with angelic glory
on floor that's so mundane but is made special by her touch
This cute girl with her wondrous visage resurects dead poets to life
hairlocks around her face like sunbathed flower is a blood veins of poet
her every glance a poem and her wink of eye is the song
She is shapely and beautiful to an onlooker
but for a poet she is a melody sweetly played in tune
and a wondrous art carefully drawn on canvas
Her dress in blue drives any one to blues
she sat cross legged puts the poet fingures crossed
and her gorgeous looks; Oh My God! are the waves electric
These few lines I sketched in hurrry
in my first glance at this loveliest figure
words conceieved at heart and delivered in ink.