My hands tremble and I begin to ache,
I pray you are one, who will not forsakeWith every word reduced to stutters.
It's not been long since I first saw your face.as my pulsing heart begins to flutter.
A painting by god as in all nature.
Fantastic in form, from size to it's shape.
Ambrosia, it seems, lends its nectar.
I come prepared, but above all with fear-
Attempting to force these words on your ears,to test my fate with one as fair as you.
My Deep Love for you was born at first sight,but all that is said is, “Hi, How do you do?”
now all that's needed is to say it right.
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