...LET ME SEEK YOUR GRACE...
I can't term you a damsel Monalisa
For your beauty is not so cheap
Neither can I call you a pretty girl
You are far above the comments belief..
Your charm is devine my love
Your heart is wide enough to give me shelter
It is as soft as the white of a dove
I will be steady and ready now, never ever to falter.
Your promise is enough for me
I hear your foot steps at every pace
Your eyes are the pole star to see
At every sojourn my dear, let me seek your grace..
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