Things about her.
Your lips are as beautiful as the first signs of spring,
Your hair is like the rays of the sun in the morning,
Your breath brings me to sweet nights embrace,
Your eyes are as if I was staring into two moons on a clear night,
Your laughter makes me love your voice more and more,
Your cry hurts me because only you can hurt me,
Your heart is the second thing I love about you,
But your love is my true-love to you.
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