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That beautiful night!

And she was tired, but not of me.

She’s such a sleeping beauty,

That I could stare at her all day.

Look at her, God! Just look at her

This day can’t get any better.

Isn’t she pretty, like some deity?

 

She blushes, she smiles,

She looks at me, from miles

All this while, looking at her

I realize already, that I’m into her

She doesn’t speak a lot,

Her eyes do it, taking her part

Whenever I say I love you,

Her lips go wide

From smile to grin,

Grin to blush

If this isn’t worth falling for,

What is?

 

She lifts me up, when I’m down,

She thrashes me, when I’m dumb

She cooks for me, when I want it the most

She showers love on me, when I need her the most.

 

And then she hugs me tight,

All worries were out of my sight.

That’s when I know, I’m hers,

No worries, Coz she already knows, she’s mine

 

~ PG

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