The word beauty resonates in her vicinity, in her presence I shall escape reality.
The northern lights reside in her eyes, the rest of my life my love for her shall never die.
Each thorn of a rose I shall pick, so in her hands they won't *****
To love her was not my choice but fate, the rest of my life for her I shall dedicate.
Her gentle touch arose the lonely heart, my love for her shall never depart.
Even if I am lost at sea or during the darkest days, just her thought brings me solace.
Seems that her beauty has captured my mind, when I'm with her nothing else I try to find.
Even if we die, our love will not cease to exist till the end of time.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
The word beauty resonates in her vicinity, in her presence I shall escape reality.
The northern lights reside in her eyes, the rest of my life my love for her shall never die.
Each thorn of a rose I shall pick, so in her hands they won't *****
To love her was not my choice but fate, the rest of my life for her I shall dedicate.
Her gentle touch arose the lonely heart, my love for her shall never depart.
Even if I am lost at sea or during the darkest days, just her thought brings me solace.
Seems that her beauty has captured my mind, when I'm with her nothing else I try to find.
Even if we die, our love will not cease to exist till the end of time.
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