It’s not about her childish smile
Nor the sweet sound of her laughter
It’s not about her shining black hair
Nor the scent it leaves thereafter
It’s not about the wisdom of her words
Nor the way it makes me wonder
But when she speaks, I sure listen
Her thoughts are what I resist not to ponder
I guess I’ll never understand this
But I don’t think I care to do so
My heart skips a beat when she’s near
That’s enough for me to know
She’s the melody that my words hum
The rhyme at the end of my lines
The night has been so long
Finally, the sun appears to shine
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