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From Me To You

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From the darkest corner of my mind,

To the holiest part of my brain

Your name shines brightest.

I have a cold heart but it warms up

At the sight of your smile.


I can't say it quite often

But be informed today

That the only things constant in life

Are your beauty

And my love for you.


I fall asleep

Thinking of you

And the first thing

On my mind as I wake up

Is you!


Not the richest

Nor smartest man around,

But all my riches

And my intelligence,

Is meant for you.


Take me on a cruise of love

And let's sail away,

Just you and I

On a quest of discovery.

To be together with you forever.!


My ebony coated Angel!

Amazing and beautiful diamond,

Soft like velvet

Gentle as a dove.

My lady-Einstein.


Like a gentleman, 

I'm on my knees 

Asking politely and calmly, 

"Oh maiden of magical beauty" 

I give you my heart "would you please love me back?" 



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