HOW LUCKY IT FEELS,TO BE HER'S

How lucky is that grass, Which gets to touch HER slippers, She wears every day. How lucky are those slippers of HER'S, Which get to touch her soft feet. How lucky are those feet of HER'S, Which take her towards me. How lucky these eyes of mine are, Who get to see her every day. And more than that, how lucky I am, To be HER'S.(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡