I admire your face, so fair, so bright,
You weave magic with your pen,
Your innocent little eyes, a beacon in the night,
Speaks volume to what you want, I see, then.
I am just afraid that you'll fade into the mist,
Yet still, I hope your love is not torture,
I want you like an endless bliss,
But I don't want to be haunted by memories of love's departure.
I'm still trying to give what love I have, sincere, Stay, and let our souls intertwine,
In your presence, I find all I hold dear,
With you, I want to share each sunshine.
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