She loves me, she loves me not
Wondering which answer I will get
For all those year I was waiting of her
Like holding my self from breathing air
And finally she is in front of me
Shining as diamonds brightly
I am just watching, can’t get near
Till she can get over her fear
Waiting and my arms are open wide
To wear my ring, to be my bride
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