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You are simply perfection.
And The sun that shines through your eyes has me hypnotized
I recollect our last connection
Reminiscing you is my fatal profession
With my head on my hands my mind has this day dream session
Where you and I where one.
Cut from your ribs, I, would be yours
In my daze, imagination roars of me as your Queen
My heart soars
Until Reality’s Wind brings me down
Why would you choose me to wear your crown?
Face forlorn
Romanticism Torn
I return to my dreams of I with your name worn
