" A thing of beauty is joy for ever. " I never believed that it was true before I met you. You are one piece of work- a masterpiece for me. Pretty eyes, pink lips, mysterious smile, beautiful hair, and gorgeous look- a perfect combination baby you are. Your eyes are like a wonderland for me- a labyrinth of wonders where I want to be lost, where I want to lose myself. Your lips tease me all the times. And when smile kisses your beautifully sculpted lips, it takes away all my worries. Your beautiful black hairs are unexplored kingdoms of your darker secrets. When your hairs flow or swing in the air, it is like the wind is challenging or rather say teasing me that " see! I can play with these gorgeous hairs, can you? " Your lovely face - any attempt to describe them is as futile an attempt as to move a mountain or to change the course of a river. But at least I can scale the mountain. You look so pretty that I can die for it. An exaggeration, right? Why die when I can see you everyday, every moment? OK wait .......... only pictures of yours.
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