NAPATSORN TREESAP

I like the way you have a smile on your face,
Your hands moved by the way you talked,
Your curly hair of yours as the gift from God,
I like your pretty brown eyes, your pretty smile

Cornflower blooms, are you taken by whom? 
Daisy stands near by you, did you see me too?
Bouquet of happy roses, would you let it turn blue?
Pink bluebells in the storm, would you stay with me too? 

I like you— my flickering fire in the candle 
So adore you— my shelter in the rain 
My sanctuary love— my comfortable place
I like you— my naughtiest man — my everything 

I.L.Y.S.M 

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