She is chirpy and ebullient
Her voice is so very melodious and fluent
Over the smallest matter of joy
Her heart becomes so jubilant
Her eyes are the deepest see of fleece
I often recall her looks as Lebanese
As I resolve my soul watching her
My soul dives into divine peace
Its not that her mind is not mature
To the deepest eternity of her heart she is none but pure
She removes my grave doubts
She is my divine light for sure
Her tresses are like woods of mahogany
Touching and not getting lost would be the biggest felony
I lost my heart to her long ago
But I am sure it found its long lost memory
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