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by Kalgalath Mar 2, 2007 category : Love, romance / desired love
Some have beauty for a shot time, But yours is always there You are always in your prime, And no one even compares Your glamour, Which is worthy of an angel It compels me to be enamored, By your enchanting spell One look into your eyes, I am caught in a snare Soaring to the sky, My heart goes up into the air My world is turned around, Everything falling out of place I am about to break down, With not too much grace You are nearly flawless, With little erroneous Not being your voice, Which is extraordinarily harmonious I could listen for hours, Lost in a fantasy The tone of your voice, Setting me free Such a sweet sound, Mingled with your eyes It never makes me frown, Only making me fly You wont take me seriously, This will only be amusement If only you could see, This is more than a hint