So tender are your morning beams.
So far I'm musing of your shine.
As so amused you are of autumn leaves,
I'm enchanted by your charming eyes.
So dreamy you are, the blossomed floret.
So far I'm musing of your fluttered hair.
As so amused you are of paper odour,
I'm enthralled how beautiful is rare.
So astute and intelligent.
So sensitive and gentle.
So far I'm musing how subtle can you feel the world.
As so amused you are of dondelions,
I'm so amazed how deep's your soul.
So strong behind weakness.
So perfect if I look inside.
So far I'm musing of your real flaws.
As so amused you are of my pink glasses,
I understand you by the way you feel my thoughts.
Your tender palms and sweety voice,
Your kindness, mind, sacred heart.
As so amused you are of some my knowing,
I'm so lovely glad for who you are.
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