His smile is the sun that breaks through the clouds.
His eyes are the diamonds that I wear around my neck.
His laugh is a whispered lullaby sung to me at night.
His skin is the rose that sits at my desk, soft and sweet smelling.
His eyes are the diamonds that I wear around my neck.
His laugh is a whispered lullaby sung to me at night.
His skin is the rose that sits at my desk, soft and sweet smelling.
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