My Type?

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I don't have a type,
I just hope someone could fit in these listed lines,

I want to be part of her every smile,
But I don't want her to be the reason of my cry,
I want to bring the moon to her feet,
But don't want her to keep me stuck to fields,

I want to be their for every tear she drops,
So I can tell her the value of crystal she lost,
I want her to see the world like noone else do,
So I can tell her how beautiful is her view,
I want her to explore every ounce of life she used,
So I can tell her how unique she is in this world we grew,
I want her to experience every emotion we have together,
So I can tell her how every expression made her even more prettier,

I hope she is someone who chooses to not stop,
Because I don't see my feet stopped,
I hope she aims for the sky,
Because the night will be captivated by her smile.

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