At first sight, I temperate 
I couldn't stand it than concentrate 
The figures aren't eight,
But I appreciate 

I knew she is the one
I changed my gait 
My thoughts I demonstrate
So, I articulate 

There wasn't time to cast lot
I was already hot 
I knew she's the one
I have to do more

The price larger than a gate,
My thought is on fate
While awaits tryst date,
I make the mind to celebrate 

Before thee I prostrate 
The maker's hand I appreciate
In me no hate
Thine left chest I will not manipulate 

Thine presence brings sate
I chose thee as a mate
Thine needs will never be late 
Thine joy I will highly rate

Never will thee be reprobate 
I will make thee jubilate
Others will not participate 
In thee, I will not graduate.

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