Of what substance was thou made of
even when the heart seems rough
and circumstances so tough
a look at your face
can totally replace
the sorrows that was in place
you're beautiful than words can say
even time itself cannot relay
truly i can spend the day
imagining your cheerful smile
oh, how great will it be to go the mile
to have and always keep you by my side
By: Ulric Quee
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