She is more beautiful than you, I told the moon.
She sees her and instantly hid herself behind the clouds to avoid embarassment.
Her touch feels like a warm breeze, even the air felt jealous.
The stars, could’nt stand the dazzling smile she possess.
The stars wondered who she was.
Well what do I tell. She would not have a clue about me who dreamt of her in silence.
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