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MRS. R I GH T She is the one I shall marry, The one who shall accompany me during Hajj, One who shall wake me up for my prayers, chiefly Fajr, The one who will be stalwart as June Carter, One who will treat me as Catherine of the Heights My Mrs. Right, Hates to be in your spotlight She loves my broad daylight, And our romantic nights She loves my diet, Hot, saucy, sugar and spice She hates to see how you look nice, She only wants you to look her in the eyes She defies, Every odd that seems to rise My Mrs. Right, Oh God! Let her be with me day and night Let there be love even in our fights In life’s stormy plights Be there during such flights Be there when all is black and white Be strong and hold on tight As we begin to bite, The achievements and heights, So far And as I write, You I shall keep in mind To my Mrs. Right, You are, the love of my life.

MERRY -GO- ROUND SOMETIMES, YOU MAKE ME START, ALL OVER AGAIN THEN YOU GET ME, STUNNED AND STIFFENED I BECOME MOTIONLESS, AT LAST, I GET BACK TO WORK I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL, A LOVE THAT I FELL, FOR YOU ARE, THAT LOVE THE ONE I WILL ALWAYS HAVE IN THE GAME ITSELF, THE FUN DRIPS US IN SWEAT WHEN WE ARE DONE, IT’S DIZZINESS HOVERING AROUND, OUR JOYOUS FACES AND I CANT FIND THE TRACES, OR TRAILS OF OURSELVES WE ARE LOST, CONFUSED, IN LOVE JUST FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME MERRY-GO-ROUND THE WHOLE LIVELINESS, YOU APPROACH ME WITH MAKES ME LOVE YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN A NON-STOP, POWER PACKED ACTION PACKAGED WITH FUN AND FOOLING, NO DRILLING BUT THERE WE ARE, SWEATS ALL OVER LOVE ME WELL, FORGET THEM BECAUSE SOMETIMES, YOU MAKE ME FEEL, HIGH, IN THE SKIES I JUST LOVE THIS GAME OF THRONES MERRY-GO-ROUND LET’S CIRCLE THINGS UP, SEVEN TIMES AS MUCH AS WE CAN BINDING THE DEMONS AROUND 360 DEGREES,