The Gift Of My Dream - Poem by Lee Shaw
Is the apple of my eye,
Aand the girl that never cries.
The person I want to marry,
And to cherish all my life,
Her eyes never cries, and her lips never lies.
The one I want to love until the end of time
From this day on to eternity.
My true love today tomorrow,
And all the days that follows.
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