Late at Night

I always stay up late
And go outside to stare at
The gleaming stars at night,
Wondering why it was I
She chose to stay
With and cheer up
My mind paces back and forth, wondering
At your stunning beauty and how
You wear it like something you’ve achieved
Instead of been given, you walk with such
Grace which makes your appearance more eminent
And seductive as you melt and dissipate my heart with your beauty

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