You're like walking art.
Everything you do,
Has an air of creativity.
Your skin is smooth
Like marble,
Your lips are red like
A rose in bloom
Your hair is like
The fine silk,
And the way you walk,
Oh the way you walk is
Like watching a ghost glide
On calm waters.
You are my most precious
Crystal, sanctuary, my most
Precious secret.
You are my first love.
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