wishing on eyelashes

and oh my love,

every eyelash

that oh, i ever came across

carried

my one and only wish


that oh, there will come a day

when, oh my love

i’d have you

sitting on my lap; smiling


while you’d be

looking


just as beautiful,

as you always have


only for me too

place my lips

wherein

they know,

that they will smile the most


and oh,
how beautiful would it all be, my love?

oh, just how beautiful would it all really be?


with love.

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