Those eyes were as chinky as mine;
I’d wonder if you whined about them;
There wasn't a moment I didn't;
How come I loved yours than my own?
* * *
Your lips, as lovely as the rose's petals;
Your words slipped out just as sweet;
They rested onto where my smile was;
That was barely a kiss.
* * *
Your little gentle gesture was my caress;
It made me want to cling on you;
If you were to cast your spell on me;
Could there ever be you and me?
* * *
We're like the clouds and the rain,
Stealing moments while the sun’s away;
I knew this could never be;
How would the rain take its fall?
* * *
I'd rather be the raindrops, I thought…
Where I could be with whoever caught me;
As the passing breeze blew you away;
You'd see what your absence could make of me.
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