I Think of You
Born in love of bedtime summer breeze
There I see those eyes of welcoming smile
It's sore, never last a gooodbye
Her lips like my paradise
Captive by her precious scent
Gently stroke her evanescence
Oh God, like a myrrh to frankincense
My sweet lovely ambiance.
Copyright © Amor Otong | Year Posted 2015
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