She is the flower, spread the fragrance of love.
She is the music, awake the rhythm of love.
She is the sculpture, remains the wonder of love.
She is the rain, showers the soft drop of love.
I donĂ¢€™t know how I can recite her.
I donĂ¢€™t know how I can express my love.
I do know; she is lovable in all-ways.
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