What a sight would it be to watch you in the morning,
When the sun is rising and birds are still chirping.
When the sun is rising and birds are still chirping.
The sparkle of your eyes attracts me like crazy,
Your hair beautifully flowing as fields of daisy.
Out of the window as I gaze,
I wonder, what is brighter-the sun or your face?
Fell in love with you when I saw you the first time,
And I still wait for you as I write this rhyme.
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