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I don’t love you the way you look, but the way you are.

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I shall love thee beyond ages
Shall never cease,
I will bring the moon for you,
I shall carve thy name on the mount Olympus,
We shall reign the world,
From the heavens, and earth,
They will sing the hymns for our love,
I shall cast the wind, unleash the light, shower the rain, let’em all carry thy name, 
Thy shall be crowned for ever,
Thy shall reign the waters, wind, time and love,
Be my queen, my delectable!
I shall pour the nectar of love,
We shall reign the universe,
Wind disentangled from thy frenzied body, shall rest into mine.
Smile of thy face surpasses the illuminant sun,
heavens rest in thy soul,
Thou shall be the queen of my soul,
Sound of thy voice thrills the cuckoo,
Deer envies thy eyes,
Nymphs are jealous of thy beauty,
Ah,  my princess, time reels out from you and ends into thine.
The constant of mine, time stops by thy love.  
The stupidity of thine, craziness of thine,
Trapped within thy life, living in thy dreams and memories, I’m lost in you.
A nonexistent, invisible,
Yes, I’m the disentangled wind that still lulls thy lock,
Don’t ask me “why?” ’cause “why not !”
Marrow of my bone is my love for thee,
Blood in my heart and veins is my thought on thee,
Breath of my life is thy life,
My ears only hear the sound of thy voice,
My eyes only see thee,
Thoughts spirited by thee never sleep.
I don’t love you the way you look, but the way you are.

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