You're trancending at every turn
You evaporate my troubles into mist
Your smile entrances the angels
Your elegance stills the roaring giants
It is you that bekons my fate
your mind sharpens the mighty sword of wisdom.
For time has treated you well
A beauty embellished with grace
Your essence sparkles like majestic jewls
your presence so precious, so warm yet so cool.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
You're trancending at every turn
You evaporate my troubles into mist
Your smile entrances the angels
Your elegance stills the roaring giants
It is you that bekons my fate
your mind sharpens the mighty sword of wisdom.
For time has treated you well
A beauty embellished with grace
Your essence sparkles like majestic jewls
your presence so precious, so warm yet so cool.
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