Love has many a names
Many a course.
But none excites me
As much as your name.
Memories have many shades
The most beautiful curves.
But neither gives me the butterflies
Like walking down your lane.
A shy woman’s flushed cheeks
Like freshly painted roses
May be cupid’s best hire
But they are nothing compared to your lips
A bunch tied together of crimson vervain.
Diamonds can have the best shine
The best jingle
But, nothing makes me greedier
Than the thought of stealing your heart.
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