Fine Girl
You give me this prowess
That motivates me to win the race
To be the one you embrace
Your heart to forever caress.
I mirror your complexion
Which gives me the temptation
In form of a revelation
To start with you a relation.
But you hold me back
before I turn my back
You give me this knack
That I'm your luck.
Looking into your eyes
as they never tell any lies
Your charming chuckles
circles my heart with sparkles.
I crave for your presence
yet you give me this essence
That leaves me speechless
Wait, I'm breathless.
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