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2/28/2016

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Those pretty blue eyes of yours,
Tear me straight through.
That lovely black dress of yours,
hits me more than a barrel aged brew.

The tan on your body, the smile on your face,
You are a needle in this world full of hay.
Surely, during summers at the farmer’s market,
You were absorbing beauty with every single ray.

Some say, life is all but a pilgrimage,
To catch a glimpse of the divine few.
I say, who needs the seven wonders,
When one’s got someone like you.

I don’t know why in this battle of life,
We get caught up in win and defeat.
Don’t know why we love and hate,
And, why we separate and meet.

​Don’t know what He was thinking,
When He made you from far above.
Because we are all pilgrims of you
​Praying every day for peace, charity and love.
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