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My Cleopatra
Beauty of yours doesn’t let me lie,
Breathtaking eyes seem to be galloping,
No sense of fear, even when to die,
To feel your lips with mine, yearning.
No matter what come may,
We will not go back,
But display courage to, everything, say,
The unique courage that others lack.
The aroma of yours 'is' making me feel numb,
An airborne message to embrace; you, being dumb.
