I saw her for the first time,
as she steps out,
My heart skipped a bit
Like the very first
time I heard her voice.
There is something so familiar
about our meeting,
about her presence.
As if we have done that before-
a déjà vu.
She smiled and came up to
meet me and my heart raced.
She is truly beautiful,
heavens gift with
an alluring beauty so striking,
Passionately exquisite,
stolen as it were from an Angel.
Everything about her is beautiful.
She is splendour of her kind,
A gift of heaven to me.
My heart calls you to come forward
and surrender,
this love is my
garland of flowers for you.
Now come beloved,
With grandeur,
make my heart your dwelling place.
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