In the Eve of Chance
The past of mine so unfriendly,
Now but a faint memory,
Because simply I met her,
A girl who's my forever,
Starry skies above me will never compare,
To the beauty of her face, her eyes, and her pitch black hair,
Forever undoubtedly she deserves,
I'd give her all the time my soul kept in its reserves,
I cannot conceive a description of my feelings for her in my heart,
And to see her leaving will tear me mercilessly apart,
But I know that deep down she will not,
Because I'll love her till my soul will rot.
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