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The object of my affection can change my complexion from white to rosy red.

Anytime he holds my hands and tells me he's mine.

There is none other who could thrill me.

Only one can feel me with Dreams of Happiness.

But I know I’ll never rest until he says he's mine.

Now I’m not afraid that he'll leave me.

He's not the kind who would be unfair.

But instead I trust him implicitly.

He can go wherever he wants to go, do what ever he wants.



Zulaikah