The trench of life trends to its naturality,
When the true feelings reserve their originality,
There are no more hills to climb,
Nor frustrations to succumb,
When you come into my life.
The succulence of your love that I always needed,
It's so invaluable that how you could have estimated,
The days and nights were of nothingness,
For I had never felt the essence of happiness,
Before you come into my life.
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