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His eyes are promising
Feels like he reads me
The way he holds the roses
My face lights up with his
Floating on the fantasy
Being the baby in his hands
Pampering and trimming
He tries to increase their worth
Envious eyes follow the beauty
He adds value by his showmanship
The couples pass by
He offers the glittering love
She smiles when she brushes his lips
Holding her in hand he waits
Love is not ending, or so he hopes
On my way she is on my mind, not him
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