When I see you,
Then I know that miracles exist,
How did an angel exit the heavens?
Perhaps my eyes are in exile.

I’m in love with the features of your body,
It makes me so jolly,
The view of it is like I’m on holiday,

I mean your sweet lips,
And beautiful hips,

In your absence I’m insecure,
I think you need security️,
Then I will be secure,
Maybe it’s just the curiosity
Or my generosity,

In my night I call your name,
When did you become my God?
I really find this very odd,

They call me psycho,
I call you psychologist,
Because you understand my psychology,
Pretty all I desire is your presence,
Being around you is so precious,

You are my pretty little flower