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To My Dream Girl - 3


The words that come out of your mouth, 
Are pleasant than the odes of poetic words,
The flowers that you wear in your hair,
Are beautiful than the colors of a rainbow,
The charm that you carry with you,
Is pleasant than the morning breeze,
The smile that you adorn all the time,
Is picturesque than all the heaven’s beauty.

When you walk down the aisle towards me,
You are prettier than the hummingbirds,
Flapping its little wings in the thin air,
When you sing beautiful songs for me,
It’s like a garland of flowers thrown at me,
Which are carefully cultivated, 
In the floral gardens of heaven.

You are the sweetest thing, God has created,
To complete me, like the fragrance,
That compliments the colorful flowers,
When you look at me with love,
It’s like all the showers of rain in heaven,
Pouring right over me, drenching me in joy,
Oh, Gorgeous beauty,
You are the love, that means everything to me.


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