A feeling of pure perfection
arises from your eyes.
In mine is your true reflection,
all imperfection dies.
I wish to never look away,
but gaze at you forever.
If there is one thing I will obey,
It's my heart's endeavor.
My heart calls for you, my dear,
it screams out your name.
I'll wipe away your every tear,
and you shall feel no shame.
Hold onto me, My love,
And I’ll hold onto you.
Together we will rise above,
And represent a love so true.
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