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Jan 2014
Lost in the translation of your actions
That show the feelings you hide
But hide their flawless perfection
Cause you were so admired by them all
The king of the game, the one that never falls
Despite your strength, your power to never flop
One look at her and your legs went numb
Your heart raced for her more than it ever did before
More than the time you ran till your legs went sore
Your goal was to win her, make her yours
It's not about winning the game anymore
Cause it's in her love that you were meant to fall.
Every time you hear her voice, it's your name she calls
Suddenly, shouts of a cheering crowd  mean nothing at all
You try to be strong but it's your heart she stole
You let her get away
Take your ardor and fly away
"She's the blessing i'm lucky to behold"
You say
"Whenever she's in sight, my eyes they turn gold"
You praise
She's the treasure that made me explore
The beauty of her world, making her so innocent and pure,
The kind of perfection that makes her to-die-for
While she grants you the pleasure of being the one she adores
Her grace makes you forget all
When its your aching soul that she enfolds
Yara Mrad
Written by
Yara Mrad  Lebanon
(Lebanon)   
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