Down the Block
living down the block, I think of my Sheri
her beauty, her cares, her lovely hair
and when she thinks of me
we share our time sipping wines
and her laughter shatters the air
my voice and humor has the things
that always takes her there
I listen very carefully when she say's
that I'm her man
I try to lend her sympathies
when she's being sad
I offer her but simple things
she strangely pays me back
each day I do without her
is a day when I do lack
She kisses me when I come and leave
A sign for me that I can believe
She puts her arms around my neck
and leave impressions on my chest
There is no one I can compare to her
very few women's ways with her occurs
she never looks for little gifts
Like other women that have their list
All she craves is time and wine
and a little taste of valentine
My feeling that I'm hers and she's mine
could only be cursed by the end of time
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