She's perfect,
Funny that she can't see,
her flaws disappear, to me.
I'm lucky that looking at her is free,
I'd be in debt,
if every peek was a cent,
Hung from the gallows,
If these butterflies didn't stop fluttering,
Cause my nerves won't stop cluttering,
And my mind won't stop dreaming,
And my heart won't stop screaming,
"My god, you're in love!"
She looks at me,
Two different ways,
One, like I'm crazy,
Two 'cause I'm lazy,
And she continues to steal my heart..
Cause then I know where she stands,
What she wants,
My hand and my heart.
Just as its been from the start..
To end this,
Let me state the facts,
She's beautiful,
Amazing and mine..
And I'll never go a day in my life with out telling her that, time after time.
I don't need a reply,
Im fine as long as she reads my letter,
So she could know,
She's everything good and better.
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