Bright red jacket. Jet black hat from which hangs a long brown curl
The very sight of this man always sends my tim, trái tim in a whirl
Pale ivory skin with a faint màu hồng, hồng blush
Makes me burn with a fever as I feel my tim, trái tim rush
Long black lashes surround beautiful big brown eyes
I hold my breath as my tim, trái tim sighs
Luscious rosy lips in the shape of cupid
Not to Kiss them would be just plain stupid
Perfectly framed slim cute nose
I catch my breath as my eyes close
Glancing my way after what seems awhile
His angelic face breaks into a smile
My pulse is racing as he draws near
So grateful my thoughts he cannot hear
Holding...
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