She was dressed
In a yellow dress
That sparkled
In the moonlight
Her face was that
Sweetest of all the paintings
So dreamy and serial
yet she was
Right next to me
Her voice warmed the right
A kiss warmed my soul
Her laughter
was the perfect music
for a perfect evening
she was here next to me
with her hand in mine
It was a perfect picture
It was a perfect frame
I think that this
Would be the perfect time
To tell her
How much I really do love her |
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