You are so sweet
The way you move your hair
You are not ugly
To that I'll promise and swear
When you are tired
And no make up is on
I am in awe
You move just like a song
You are my dear
One that stalks through the woods
You are silent
White legs move in soft trod
Trying to breathe
As you consume all passion
You take me far
You taught in your fashion
I'll always give
I'd never take from you
I hope today
You will be tied to me…
With ‘I do'
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