Upright walking to a destiny,
I saw a miracle at the road,

Smooth gracious and lovely moment,
Shabby look! Of me? She take anbtrussive,
Every seems halt, but she seemed trump,
Mind got fix and heart made yarn,
She mutter, l read the moment.

Thinking upon that , glis on that,
Stun to me really that was absolute,
Cue oh God! And some thing special.

Bestow me for what I was here,
Swallow my story? Not or god else,
Feeling range and paling was between me and her


May abate my yarn? Or gobble me,
Down flustered and minic her,
No action from a part of hours,
What next? Trickle aback or to lead .

Not I know proper, excepts his knock,
Things not come out , but only the waves,
Not longer at path , but only the shock.

Waiting to put my heart to her hands,
My first and my fore most start.!
Reaputed