Nothing captivates me Other than your intimidating eyes Like they are meant to hypnotize Sometimes mysterious, sometimes cheerful Sometimes hiding the pain behind the moist Yet perfectly beautiful are your angel eyes. Just as if this wasn’t suffice God blessed you with luscious lips That kills the devil when you smile Sometimes innocent, sometimes mischievous Sometimes spreading smiles, across miles I wonder if it’s the reason Why so many wounded are still alive, I wonder, lost in your beauty And I realize it’s not those beautiful eyes, Lusty lips, charming face or your charismatic beauty It’s the heart of gold and the heavenly soul within Those beautiful thoughts that create the heaven I feel. I wish God takes my breath away The moment I hug you tight Because I want to be the one to live the moment I die.
Writers note: – ‘Kills the devil’ meant spreading so much love through the smile that it would make the devil die ‘Why so many are still alive’ was to point that some broken souls can be lifted with the touch of love (a beautiful smile)
Touching hearts spreading love, caring and helping to restore the faith in love and humanity is important to me. Life is to live love and care in the end am just a soul on my journey and i want this journey to turn out to be the most beautiful of my eternal life.
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