Fine

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My heart chose you,
Because you touch my soul.
There are even not few,
Who made me feel this all.
I think only of us,
With the help of imagining under the stars.
I am directed with the hope to see your eyes,
I still remember their color and size.
Do you wanna know what is fine?
Fine,it is when your lips touch mine,
Your love makes me create this wonderful rhym.
Come to me closer,we will lose perceprion of time.