Hearts' Tour
In your lips, I get Honey Source
In your bosom, I get my force
In your nose, I get the breeze
Your happy fingers, surely, enforce
Did you believe it, my dear angel?
It was faster than the twinkle
Hugs of lips, two hands holding
And eyes contact' sparkle
No more words can tell more
About happiness of that tour
Walking, talking, playing game
Hearts deeply became assured
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