Mary
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Mary, you're a star,
You seem so close yet so far.
I desire to reach for you,
Yet I fear it'll burn me too;
But won't falter as it's you I'm after.
A future together I truly desire.
These cold nights gives me the chills,
The sight of you gives me the thrills.
Your glance puts me in trance;
This thrill I feel it is a bliss.
Oh what a glee for me to see,
That beauty of yours a treat indeed
Like Rosemary,
Love grows wherever you go.
These words I confer is not an offer.
Hence, a delirium when I'm with you.
Oh what a thrill it is to feel;
How I wish this bliss won't cease.