The softness is all i think about when i see you
Every dream is me and you looking at the blue sky
with you my face is never blue
your face like an apple pie
i could write entire books
when i look at your looks
sometimes i stop and think how am i this lucky
every time i look at you i thank God for your beauty
I prayed for love you appeared infront of my eyes
with you i want no good byes
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