• As I creep in this petty pace,
    I configure words that I should mutter through my lips,

    Words not only I should say,
    But those who lost their will and grace,

    Give me a rose,
    And a bottle of black ink,

    To shroud my sadness,
    And to hide her beauty, so I think,

    But those words she mutters,
    I dare not say.

    Those beautiful eyes,
    And her loving embrace,

    Shows me no one in this world,
    Has ever met a girl with such an appealing grace.

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    She speak not a word,
    And yet it gets to me,

    She dares not look at me,
    But she calls me by my name.

    I would give anything,
    For her I will

    For her I would surrender,
    For her I will


    For her, ...

    Only her...

    My one and only...

    Lover.