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Ink walk


He sings I a song, marry me

I dance for his song, I do

Loud he screams with joy, I dance kind love that joins us together

Together  we fall, together we conquer

Oh! His, my bundle of joy, 

oh! Yes, he is,

 neither I ink much

Holistically she’s complete,

Neither have I inked much

If I was an artist,

I would paint his name in the blue sky of glory

Make the impossible of him not to attract the force of gravity,

 Eat love,

Inhale peace,

Exhale harmony

Continue my talk?

Talk can’t buy me ink

Understand my talk?

 Hesitation’s whispering by, love dies young

 

Freeze you, talk I, the love for him

Hold my hand as I talk deep, neither my ink can complain, for I know the end

End my talk,

I start your life

Free I, but my heart burn’s for him,

 You can never confirm what ink can possess I to do

As I was saying, we met in heaven

Then we were bought back again in hell to give our testimonial

However, paradise lives within us, confused?

Double my ink is

Next time when I tell you to visit my home mind, please kindly do so

 

Wait I’m not done, his beauty amazes the birds, that keeps singing him

“La, la, la….la! La, la, la. la! La, la, la. la! La.la.la.la”!

The audience cheers him up and gets the first prize,

Funny enough he was not participating,

That’s how awesome he is,

Even my ink is jealous of him too

Back he falls, I carry him

His my shadow of wings, my fire burning

His my passion for life, my motivator

My asset of life

Carry on, they say, thou my ink is tired

I can ink all I want from sunrise until the sun falls down

Neither my ink is permitted to comment

How can I forget to mention that his my partner in crime

Let I reserve the long story for you

For I know, our eyes far remain innocent, but our hearts are constant

I was jailed for seven years and he bailed me from my misery

Oh! What a love, a joy

I am an open book that never reaches conclusion   

The ocean waves have spoken

 My ink longs a rest

 Moreover, do I sympathize with my ink? Partially I do, so they say

To ink a full stop it would be the end to everything

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