My Love...

I can’t compare you to a scented rose,

Or can I compare you to a gorgeous day?

Can I believe it is me that you chose,

To walk with in such a romantic way?

No wonder I am swooning for you, love,

You stand out like an angel in a street,

Your voice flies to my ears like a dove,

And always keeps to such a flowing beat.

I will love you until the sun won’t beam

And every day I see you is a dream

The End

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