My eyes were habituated to gaze,
what they used to see is only your face.
but yesterday, seeing you in that black dress.
My innocent heart appeared to be in a mess.
For me, you looked like a fairy,
at time, I wrote my feelings in a diary.
What a magic is there in your beauty,
that usually put my mind soothe.
So lucky was your black dress!
having to your body a friction.
Heating me with the fire of jealous,
shown miracle that increased my addiction.
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