A magic!
Yes a magic!
You come like a magic,
Go away and blow my heart!
Look, how mysterious?
Heart is more authentic then my mind!
Mind is seasonal.
never stays with me
but my heart is no less than a baby
holds your finger only to walk with.
The world is large
I afraid you leave me.
The sunrise is about to happen,
stop, turn and let me propose.
Will you be mine, oh, beautiful rose?
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