She stood by the window,
Her smile glistens so bright,
Her soul as white as snow,
Silhouetted by the light.
Burst out the door,
Brighter than the rising sun,
Keeping the world begging for more.
She came out as a bullet from a gun.
Her hair fluttered with finesse,
A butterfly searching for a drink,
From her eyes to her dress,
Something about her just really makes me think.
Why do I stare,
Is there a reason,
That I seem to care,
With the changing of the season.
She always stops to say hi,
But I never find the word,
So she smiles and say bye,
I'm never heard.
I have a clue,
Thanks to a little dove,
That maybe because of you,
I've fell in love.
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