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For the true love

Diamonds used to be girl’s best friend
But since I found you it has changed
My diamonds are in your eyes
My diamonds shine through your smiles
Nothing is alike because you show that you care
Even when I feel the pain, you still make me cheer
Looking back to the time we didn’t know each other
We would day dream and wish the other would be there
Until when you rang the bell and I opened the door
I rejoice indeed that I let you into my world
You make my heart flow like a river by day
You make my soul free from loneliness through everyway
I believe in you as everything you do look so good
If this is love, I want it forever for it is true

It took me so long to realise your love was real
It took me some mistakes to look and see
No matter how long you always stayed near
Your promises were as roses but without thorns
I met many who made the same only to find out it was mere words
How did I come to be so blind and impatient?
Listening to your heart beats, I would have understood
No one is close enough now to make me feel as you do
I can’t rub balms in your wounds as I would love to
Is this all lovers suffer before they finally see the sun
I owe no regrets because you taught me never to regret
You trust your heart on me as if without fear
Don’t you know it is a joy to have someone like you?
Believe me, I have searched far and I have found known like you.


Now that I have found the love I needed in you
I would give myself the transparent rope in every of my tunnel
My dreams would be exclusively yours and my reality would be you
Though the stars shine at night, I need only your presence to see
And when it is noon, I would beg the sun to leave for you to come in
The hottest flame, one that is inextinguishable, one that last forever,
I will kindle to burn every second, every minute, every hour
I will stop any rain that attempts to turn it into nought
No mountain would be too high or unreachable still
When there will be no words to say how I feel, I will work it out my own way
You will understand because your heart tells my heart you already know
When I cry for you, be happy because I cry for love
The love you give is enough; the one I will give to you will remain


When the time comes when sugar tastes bitter
I would transform it into honey and make it sweeter
And when my face wrinkles and unfamiliar to your eyes
I would make it smoother and loveable for you to forever admire
And when you have no more time to drop those delicious kisses
I would wake up on time and wait long enough to have my treats
And when our nights become too short for the long stories
I would add another 24 hours in other to have you still.

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