Silky hair and shiny eyes,
Eyes, those are like the sunrise.
Really worse is the rathe rose,
Gorgeous sun, how I suppose.
Ugly are the angels God’s,
Even Apollo is worse!
If I see his face with smile,
Love my grows every time.
And I think he is so rare,
Zippy… Moon can’t be compare!
As I hear him I can’t sleep,
Replete with adore… It’s meed!
Even if it is my whim,
Vow, I’ll never forget him!

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