What if you find another handsome eyes
That admires your beautiful smiles
And protects your angelic eyes from tears
Will you still call my name
With that perfect aroma that drops from
That cute lips of yours?
What if your past appears in the earliest hours of your day
To make you feel like the unique queen of May!
Will you still look my way. And call me your bae?
What if my wealth grows so sick
And falls to rest on the stinky feet of poverty
For a few month. Or probably longer days from your thought
Will you still stare at my sweet eyes
And give me that delicious laughter
Cloth with the fairy gown of happiness?
What if you discover my true identity?
Knowing fully well that my tongue is soaked witty words
From the creative rivers of flowering muse
Will you still embrace my ink and be my poetess till our ink grows grey?
What if you find my heart cheating in the cold nights of june
Will you lower your tune?
And turn to give my enjambment a little time
To assemble my feelings in the poetic bin
Will you?
Will you still admire my face
If my dimples transform into the scary folded bread in the archaic phase
Will you?
Will you still accept my hug
Even in the boiling range of your temper?
And hide not your amazing dimples
Will you?
Will you wash my feet
After am gone to wait in the unknown paradise
Where lovers unite
Will you?
Will you still say yes
To my ridiculous requests
After knowing the secrets of my love
Will you?
Will you still marry me my love
The woman whose joy gives my joy a lasting joy
Will you still marry me?
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