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My mona lisa your body makes me bristle
Every time I try to talk to you
With your way of dancing and your smile
Every time you look at me you cast a spell on me
You are art and I will talk to you about paintings so that I will fall in love with you again
Every time a smile is drawn on my face
it has to do with the breeze that fans your gaze
But even though I try not to look at your body
I see you inside even in the innermost part of my soul
All the clocks stop when you pass by me
The sun blushes whenever you go for a walk
Your perfume poisons even the air that your hair cuts
And the moon is angry to see such a beautiful black of your hair
When you are my body has wings
Sometimes I even confuse you with your neighbor from the second
When I go on the subway I always see your face
I try to sleep but only you I see
In the morning I always think about seeing you
If I don't find you, they'll kill me
But you are the engine of my soul
The inspiration of my words
More important than my guardian angel
