How shall I prove you're always on my mind?
When poetry falls short, and words depart,
Beats are lost where your bright eyes do bind,
And leave my rhythm faltered from the start.
No words could kiss the beauty of your face,
For you, too rare for speech, do silence claim.
Amongst the fairest, you possess such grace,
The dame of elegance, beyond all the fame.
A secret wish, and I dare not to—-reveal
To kiss your eyes, and touch your heart so kind.
Stay near, and in your presence let me heal,
For I am lost when you're not close behind.
O, linger still, and share your time with me,
My heart is full, even now craves your company.
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