True, beauty and pure
She is: and my love, sure
Thinking of her, I lure
Wonder if there is cure.
“Magnolia like”, she is a bloom
With blond, neat and groom
A pair of expressive eyes
And a brain so wise
A smile with a face so cute
Beats my heart faster and makes me mute
All envy and fall for her, even the moon
I know, I should tell soon
How do I reveal her?
For I am so near yet too far
Damage to friendship, I fear
Yet, got so much of love, here
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Far across the ocean she live,
Here in the Mountains, dreams, I weave,
Each day she brightens my soul,
I pray she achieves her goal.
I hardly know how she looks,
It is kind of romance in books.
Like a dream in a sleep,
She thus came and I forgot to weep.
Have no idea what she really feels,
But the very thought of her, heals.
Every moment, day in and out, time just reels,
And her thoughts keep me fed with soulful meals.
Walk in the rain, nap in one’s arms,
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