You seem to be a living cupid, whose slingshot makes my vine so stupid.
Beauty defines you.
It is in thy view.
Temptation is within your avenue.
This is where you gain much revenue.
A simple smile is a killing persuasion.
It means a lot to my association.
For you is a living pollination
Pollen grain inviting a gallant culmination
How could this feeling meant to be?
Too much, can’t help it; I’m so afraid to flee.
I’m willing to escape from this dream of ecstasy.
But, how could I if my heart believes in fantasy?
So, let me in even for a jumpy while
Be a stranger, a guest, a friend farther than mile
You sew me to everlasting soulful desire
More than life’s treasure coz you play the lire
Weaves the rhythm; completes the broken puzzle
Brings romantic saxophone that attracts mysterious sizzle
You seem to be a living cupid.
Whose slingshot makes my vine so stupid!
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