I can't stop thinking about your big, dark, and bluish eyes.
The spirit, intellect, heart, and brain are currently being caressed by a pleasant breeze.
enticing lips
once more, whisper in my ear.
Your love is so deep that it flows quietly through the starry night without disturbing anyone.
All of its magnificence was mirrored...
When do the wings of beauty, love, and eternity come together to form one?
I do, however, have a soft spot in my heart for you and the apple of your eyes.
Now, the ring on your tiny finger, the swaying earrings, the jangling bracelets, the bright green vein on your soft hand next to the silver watch, and the light strokes on your cheek all make you look more attractive as a dream...
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