I beseeched God for a baby but instead He gave me an Angel, 
soft skin like a white rose so beautiful, 
I anxiously hate to lose a petal.
Your cute eyes were cloned from your mum,
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            High tides do come my way, 
but I choose to stand tall.
Knocked at different momentums, 
but i refuse to fall.
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            As she approached, 
Suddenly her captivating appearance, 
Became a threat to my confidence.
Like an auto-focus camera,
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