Pitcher (Just Another ) Lyrics

What does it take to write this all?
These verses; all my moods;
All words of praise and all these calls
Are inked by none but you!

And how my cheeks get swamped with blood
See how they get so red!
The surface swallows all the mud
To make them match your dress

A thought of you is just enough
To wake me from my sleep
And take me from this path so rough
To land of cosy dreams

What more to say? The finest stroke
Of Maker’s Masterpiece!
A girlish verve yet so composed
A lady that you see

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