There is always a pair of ears,
Spending the whole time to hear.
There is always a pair of eyes,
That wipe away the tears she cries.
There is always a pair of hands,
When all her faith falls and bends.
There was no act,
That agrees to her facts.
There was no word,
That could sharpen her sword.
There was no frust,
That could stop her trust.
She falls really hard,
Deeply in his heart.
We.
You and me;
Are arranged to meet,
Without needing a greet,
Eventually planned to grow,
All happiness in a row.
Happy second,
The love of my life.
Warmth regards,
The love of your life.
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