I'm so blinded by your beauty,
What shall I call thee maybe Alora,
You make me love nature more,
you quench the thirst of my searching soul.
Your dimples sink like the sands in the shore.
Your eyes like that of a young dove.
What is thy price,
What shall I trade to have thee,
Maybe a thousand precious stones.
just know I can't let you go.
PRISTINE WRITER 🦅
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