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The curves of your back,
the contours of your neck,
the divine grace of your walk,
the mellifluous nectar in your talk.
The tacit lingo of your alcoholic eyes,
only my love-lorn heart could surmise.
I live a blissful eternity
in the blink of those eyes.
I, and this tranquil solitude.
Your thoughts and the moon-lit crescent.
I want time to stand still today
and prevent the sun's morning ascent.
In your blissful presence
my limbs go numb.
My tongue ceases to move
and you think I'm too dumb?
If hearts could sing,
my serenade would win by miles.
You'd then fathom my unspoken love,
when inundated with my hearty smiles.
Not just in the comfort of my quilt,
a castle for you, my love! I'll someday build.
I'll make you feel like a princess,
I'll shower you with my love, so boundless,
I'll make you wonder at my art,
when I'll make you a stranger in your own heart.
I'll be the reason you wake up every morn,
I'll be the reason you dream every night,
I'll be the reason you think every thought,
I'll be the reason you take every breath.
Would you?
Would you not love me just enough
to make me write my requiem
with a stylus,
dipped in bliss?
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The curves of your back,
the contours of your neck,
the divine grace of your walk,
the mellifluous nectar in your talk.
The tacit lingo of your alcoholic eyes,
only my love-lorn heart could surmise.
I live a blissful eternity
in the blink of those eyes.
I, and this tranquil solitude.
Your thoughts and the moon-lit crescent.
I want time to stand still today
and prevent the sun's morning ascent.
In your blissful presence
my limbs go numb.
My tongue ceases to move
and you think I'm too dumb?
If hearts could sing,
my serenade would win by miles.
You'd then fathom my unspoken love,
when inundated with my hearty smiles.
Not just in the comfort of my quilt,
a castle for you, my love! I'll someday build.
I'll make you feel like a princess,
I'll shower you with my love, so boundless,
I'll make you wonder at my art,
when I'll make you a stranger in your own heart.
I'll be the reason you wake up every morn,
I'll be the reason you dream every night,
I'll be the reason you think every thought,
I'll be the reason you take every breath.
Would you?
Would you not love me just enough
to make me write my requiem
with a stylus,
dipped in bliss?