A man of riches

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My eyes look new.
My eye lashes grew.
My heart always knew,
How you would sew,
As gentle as drops of dew.
An art known only by a few.
Running through hills and dales.
Love can get stale.
But to me it's still a fairytale,
How for me you fell.
To myself I still tell,
Before and after the school bell.
He'll be man of riches.
I'll be bearing the stitches.
He'll take me to sea beaches.
My love will leave him speechless.
We'll be fulfilling each others wishes.
And do all the cliches.
I'll blush looking at a bracelet.
And hide from our kids how we met.
But till then,
I imagine you by my side,
And watch the starry sky.

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