by Raoul

She smiled at me today.
Oh, how I long for the day!
When can I touch those precious lips,
Hold her beautiful body in my arms.
She is the essence of beauty
By which my standards are set.
Oh, how none have yet to touch
Her surpassing beauty or grace!
But how she must think me foolish.
To say such things of somebody that I know not.
But I am sure that on the day
I shall love her twice as much as I do now.
How do I long for the day!

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