Mixing With Love

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I will not think of sun and moon, but would want as season boom, all fruits on tree appear in loom Sit with thought in single room, I may think of me and ugliness, not to attempt to remove loneliness, think of ways to attain oneness, Is all because of your goodness, Why I praise nature and not find? Your natural beauty I never mind, You are with quality so kind, For all my successes, you are behind, I think not of your beauty outer, fears grips me more with sudden ouster, destiny in you and hold you as master, life may move with speed and faster, You are perfect and need no praise, beauty in you makes position raise, so not to think of you is not the case, but to walk with you is difficult to pace, I may win with smooth sail, Though different tracks of rail, Never to confine as inmates of jail, Not do I need to jump out the bail, You are beauty with marvelous skill, Force way out with iron strong will, Never leave space but make it fill, This is difference in beauty with zeal, I am lucky to have you on side, Thoughts not narrow and angle wide, Emotions aside but matter confide, Not mixing love with any more side,

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