Miranda

What time wouldn’t be yours
Cliche to be called timeless
Fearless in your presence
Could you really look here
At me?

Dimensions in the eyes
Of the face
Lips
Hopeless

Reveal yourself in perfection
Proportionate
Diamond cuts
You make the fashion
It doesn’t make you
Eggs in your carton
Pardon
Pardon you

Marry me please
World dead without you
Hold my hand for eternity
Clutch this fate
Beside you

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