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Your lips

Your lips are like the buds,

I feel the smell of blooming apple orchards,

These buds are blossoming when you smile,

Let me just freeze with delight for a while.

You like to sleep on my knees, on my chest,

I feel so happy in our cosy, warm nest

And with you I feel so blessed,

I want to walk with you through this life quest.