She wants to get relief,
I do not bind her for life,
Here lies our good sentiment,
I love her for her acceptance.
She bends her body to feel it,
That is her taste to fill the sense,
Like praise of love and her beauty,
All her hair flung upon her face.
Only bright eyes are seen,
With hands she pushes hairs away,
Again wind fills the gap, with her hair,
I feel the pleasing gesture,
she portrays.
Leaning upon my hand she
bounces,
It is life, lending some
needs within,
Love is convincing in her
smiling,
Learning and coding are
here wits.
For a man like me, she is
aspiring soul
That she wants to bloom
in participating,
That is the sweet curve
acting upon me,
Syllables of love
silently fill my mind.
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