The sun sets and the constellation falls

The sky turns to the black of night-venus calls

And i'm thinking about the beauty behind her eyeballs


She is as beautiful as freshly-blossomed flower

As exquisite as a princess in a tower

She could make you melt with her gaze-she has the power


So as in bed I lay

Watching as the stars sway

It dawns on me my love for her will not decay

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