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Her eyes were as beautiful as sighs.
Rushed out of the cage when the heart breathed
Her lips were softer than a toddler's soul.
Her gait—Ah! My wild imaginations.
I saw her exactly when the maker saw her.
Maker busy watching, and I skipped a beat.
The world follows her everywhere.
They forgot the Sunrises, rain, and clouds. 
The only blessing they know is sight.
I remember when I saw her, my soul gave an amorous stare.
That day was more than a day; even the shades were happy.
But when I witnessed her highness,
The colours started to fade away.
And she was the only one who owned the colours of the entire planet.
I think Maker was imaging Da Vinci in the gallery,
While making her
She's maker's finely flowing love
That turned ruthlessness and rudeness into gratitude.
I was stuck in another realm.
The realm where she blushed
Waving sacredly sweet tones to the towns
The towns of the kingdom of hearts
Where rationality is a sin,
Well, I will sell my existence to her moments beside me.
On a worn bench, In a Gothic house
And my demons will be confused, seeing
Mi Amor beside the victim
They came to haunt
I think it's love when you start talking to the mirrors.
To the trees playing air, to towns and their fairs,
That—you could never surpass the darling's grandeur.
One day the demons visit me smiling
 with black roses in black suits
They said, "She is no more."
scared the demons,
the pain I roared
Now when I visit the graveyard in graveyard-shifts
I kneel down and shout that
You could have asked once—Oh, maker
I was a lover!!

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