By your love, I’m blinded,
When cupid suddenly struck.
My thoughts are jumbled,
As I can’t believe my luck.
It makes me reel
To even be an acquaintance
For you’re a woman’s ideal,
With beauty and intelligence.
Astounded to be your chosen one,
And be thus adored.
Of course it’s what I want,
Where, on me, your love is poured.
Thank God for His arrangement,
And invaluable help.
Though I’ve no repayment,
For the way our hearts melt.
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