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Friday, October 22, 2010

LOVE SLAVE III

People say you're not so pretty,
And others think you're not so beautiful,
But honey to me, you're ecstasy personified; and possess beauty in your personality,
And through my lowest moments you're still the reason I'm cheerful,
Honey, sometimes I wish you were perfect,
But then if you were, you wouldn't be the one for me,
'Cos with your imperfection, you make me perfect, and in you I envision a glorious prospect,
Hence the assurance we are meant to be,
And the reason I don't desire another,
'Cos when it comes to you, I feel so helpless and enslaved,
Sweetie you make me feel like a love slave.

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