Your eyes, they shine like diamonds, they glimmer in the light,
Your smile, it warms me straight down to the core,
I sit and think of you sometimes, I dream of you at night,
I long for you to come and knock my door,
Your hair, so soft, cashmere to touch, your scent, sweet as perfume,
Like flowers swaying in the winds of spring,
Your beauty, like the sunrise, or roses in full bloom,
For you’re a queen, may I be your king?
Your voice is soft, yet stays with me, a tattoo on the heart,
The image of you flows throughout my brain,
If love’s a grand production, then let me play my part,
Your touch, it feels as striking as cold rain,
These words I write, emotion strong, tell you just how I feel,
They speak with only words of utter love,
For you are but my angel, you’re too good to be real,
A gift, a simple blessing from above.
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