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Jealous is probably the word Most would use to describe my feelings As I gaze at the both of you Transfixed By your twinkling eyes that sparkle for another And as you nervously flick your golden-brown hair Rays of heaven reflect and blind my wistful eyes as I turn away in shame only to look back yet again I can't explain why I want you so badly It is as instinctive as a baby's cry and as mysterious as the crescent moon that hides its true self from afar As you laugh I swear angels conduct a heavenly orchestra So sweet to the ear is your voice It drips the honey of love and care and sticks to the soul for eternity If only I could be the hive to store And cherish Each word you utter As each syllable echoes a bedtime lullaby Lucky is the man who holds thee in his arms The treasure he posseses has brought many a man down to his knees As he laments in the fortune of others As surely as the sun will set tonight only to rise again I shall greet the dawn with fire I shall fight for you until the end of days Or The end of my days Whichever comes first My eternal rest is with you
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Jealous
Jealous is probably the word Most would use to describe my feelings As I gaze at the both of you Transfixed By your twinkling eyes that sparkle for another And as you nervously flick your golden-brown hair Rays of heaven reflect and blind my wistful eyes as I turn away in shame only to look back yet again I can't explain why I want you so badly It is as instinctive as a baby's cry and as mysterious as the crescent moon that hides its true self from afar As you laugh I swear angels conduct a heavenly orchestra So sweet to the ear is your voice It drips the honey of love and care and sticks to the soul for eternity If only I could be the hive to store And cherish Each word you utter As each syllable echoes a bedtime lullaby Lucky is the man who holds thee in his arms The treasure he posseses has brought many a man down to his knees As he laments in the fortune of others As surely as the sun will set tonight only to rise again I shall greet the dawn with fire I shall fight for you until the end of days Or The end of my days Whichever comes first My eternal rest is with you
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
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