My God! You are but a beautiful piece of art;
Your set of thirty-two, an asset to uphold;
With vehemence you sway the hip like a dart;
In pursuit of a zigzag flying jet up the hood.
Your rich skin has got nothing in comparison;
You the most crooked daisy and beauty in unison;
Could as well admit I for a moment must have been mesmerized;
Why, it's simply enthralling gazing upon the representation.
If I had a chance to kiss your hand;
I will forever keep the memory in my head;
For the thought alone is menacingly historical;
And the imagination, heart throbbing;
Rise my adorned princess, rise;
To the tone of your beauty dance;
To the attention you so stir, smile;
For the sincerity in your smiles, I bow;
I shall sing you songs, even if you waved off my plea;
I shall spell your name in Seraic fonts even as you Serai bear
I shall in honesty tell the world, that you are beautiful, you hear
For the sake of your beauty, the world shall smile in ecstasy
Sorry if I made you jittery, Sera-Li
Your smile and beauty is a source of Seralisis
Thanks for making my day a Seraic day
For I shall throughout today savor the happiness
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