There was something about the way she walked,
The way she moved, the way she talked,
The way her voice, so softly drifted,
Just a graze of the ear, would leave me lifted.
A voice so fine, so sweet, so gracious,
That it left my mind so vacant and spacious.
Besides, of course, thoughts of us both.
And if you're special, that solemn oath.
To be within your heavenly gaze,
Coats my eyes with a wonderful glaze,
Leaves me in an oblivious haze,
For eons and eons, for days and days.
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