You are as lovely as the blooming rose,
That gives its colours in the early spring;
There in the beddings where the summer glows,
With perfect petals when forest does sing.
Each colour is fresh like the feelings too,
And treasured like the dreams that are not real;
Your eyes are the pearls of the heavens blue,
And velvet skin is of smoothness and feel.
O dearest you! You are perfect and sweet,
And giving more with each day that begins;
With your blossoms my spirit is complete,
Everything over your heart always wins.
Like daybreak or the night your lips I kiss,
Glow each feel with a star fallen abyss.
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