Out of all the women in the world there is only one for me, I ask myself day after day, where o where can she be? Now that i know i can only picture you, but yet you i can't see. To win i have given many an endeavor, when will my soul triumph? the world said never. Now i understand what they mean when they say that you can't have what you want, but in this case it is what i need, what my soul it feeds. Yet now i can see that it was all a lie; a scheme. Now only of your smile and eyes do i dream. To always be together is what I conceive, the only thing that can change that is if you decide to leave. On a scale, you and your beauty surpass the number ten, you are the only reason that i still pick up a pen.
Reason for writing:
Capturing the beauty that women bring to each and all of our souls.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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