my reach to your heart
Slumber kicked and new day appeared. Out of the meadows, a ray steered. I was the lonely brute in the alley, but when the taste of art reckoned, I was craved with affectionate bond, transcription of determination of power, and reaching out to each heart, with our dreams so strong..
This is the song, I sing for you my girl, for you create the magic and art in my attire of songs.. Enjoying the sleep, waking with sober affection for you deep, for you transcend into my each movement in the phrases of day and night, this is how my life lights.. I in full vigor say to the world, my girl teaches me, with her reflections of pure dazzling white pearls, her eyes and her style originates the feeling of glory in my heart, as I get to live fully the way she does, and I move in my artistic approach, dreaming of her and about her in the luster of my imaginations..
She likes to wear ethnic clothes, depicting the fashion of her tender age, pure artistic is my girl, she chooses her mind and dreams amongst, the manner I do, she does the same, we can dance in the midst of heavenly rain, for the long quarters in each trinket of smile on our faces, in every rain droplet, her essence perfumes, reaching to my inner senses, the dreams are awake, and I look around in the rivers and lakes, for her sound of bliss occurs to me at each movement of the nature, in the air, in rainbows, her beauty triggers in me waves of amiable connect, and she my girl rules the words in my dialect of speech, she remains silent waiting for breach, of our friendship to a simple song of fanciful atonement, of love.. I ask you, thy hand, do you accept me my girl..
I go on conveying to the world around me, trying to speak my love for thee, in the form of art that connects the most, to thy lively songs of charm, and sensational feel, I want to be added to the tone of these, and am I most desirous to be yours, in the wake of rising sun, to the noon, and each atmospheric creation that comes along, in my life, I in admiring you, want to live with you my girl of countless dreams..
This is the song, I sing for you my girl, for you create the magic and art in my attire of songs.. Enjoying the sleep, waking with sober affection for you deep, for you transcend into my each movement in the phrases of day and night, this is how my life lights.. I in full vigor say to the world, my girl teaches me, with her reflections of pure dazzling white pearls, her eyes and her style originates the feeling of glory in my heart, as I get to live fully the way she does, and I move in my artistic approach, dreaming of her and about her in the luster of my imaginations..
She likes to wear ethnic clothes, depicting the fashion of her tender age, pure artistic is my girl, she chooses her mind and dreams amongst, the manner I do, she does the same, we can dance in the midst of heavenly rain, for the long quarters in each trinket of smile on our faces, in every rain droplet, her essence perfumes, reaching to my inner senses, the dreams are awake, and I look around in the rivers and lakes, for her sound of bliss occurs to me at each movement of the nature, in the air, in rainbows, her beauty triggers in me waves of amiable connect, and she my girl rules the words in my dialect of speech, she remains silent waiting for breach, of our friendship to a simple song of fanciful atonement, of love.. I ask you, thy hand, do you accept me my girl..
I go on conveying to the world around me, trying to speak my love for thee, in the form of art that connects the most, to thy lively songs of charm, and sensational feel, I want to be added to the tone of these, and am I most desirous to be yours, in the wake of rising sun, to the noon, and each atmospheric creation that comes along, in my life, I in admiring you, want to live with you my girl of countless dreams..
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