With you in an orchid of yellow tulips,
I feel the entire universe is eyeful only.
You fold your arms in the cool breeze
and I wrap you in my arms.
Your silken tresses flowing with the breeze c
ompel me to kiss your hair.
There our eyes match and your parted lips quiver.
The beauty of the rising Sun
amid clouds is no compare to this
Moon amid dark clouds on a GOOD MORNING.
I feel the entire universe is eyeful only.
You fold your arms in the cool breeze
and I wrap you in my arms.
Your silken tresses flowing with the breeze c
ompel me to kiss your hair.
There our eyes match and your parted lips quiver.
The beauty of the rising Sun
amid clouds is no compare to this
Moon amid dark clouds on a GOOD MORNING.
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