Oh my love,
My sweet heart
Do not ask me
Of how beautiful you are.
Even when I compare
You with Cleopatra,
Or the Helen of Troy,
You are always better, better by far.
Dark cloud gathers up above
And thunder hits the ground
As the lightning covers the sky above
With its thundering sound
I ain’t no Achilles
Or the Hercules himself
But I would always protect thee.
Trust in me is what I need
And your undying
Faith on me.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
Oh my love,
My sweet heart
Do not ask me
Of how beautiful you are.
Even when I compare
You with Cleopatra,
Or the Helen of Troy,
You are always better, better by far.
Dark cloud gathers up above
And thunder hits the ground
As the lightning covers the sky above
With its thundering sound
I ain’t no Achilles
Or the Hercules himself
But I would always protect thee.
Trust in me is what I need
And your undying
Faith on me.
Copyright © PS
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