With moments of joy,
Of blushing profusely
And feeling oh so coy
And my entire being
Is flooded with love
And sooner than later
Eases all that was tough.
To smoothen edges
That were rough
I polish my cup
Because I'm that one winner
Who never once lost hope,
Never once accepted defeat;
My cup runneth over
As I get what I seek.
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