Do night skys not liken to the shimmer of her eyes?
Do the gardens of Eden not bloom in the presence of her beauty?
Do heavens angels not fall
just to hear her sweet goodbye?
Yet her lips press softly upon mine.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
Do night skys not liken to the shimmer of her eyes?
Do the gardens of Eden not bloom in the presence of her beauty?
Do heavens angels not fall
just to hear her sweet goodbye?
Yet her lips press softly upon mine.
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