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From A to Z to her
From A to Z to her
A was for an auburn sky
Smiling down on us to pry,
For how you awoke my senses,
And I stepped past your defenses.
B, ‘cause my brain was a mess
When I saw you in that dress,
Because my crush was benign,
Until I clasped your hand in mine.
C for that corner of world
That I build around one girl.
And for the color of your lips
That I wanted to feel under my fingertips.
D was for the dreamless dawn,
You wearing my jacket on,
For that daring thought of mine
That had me kissing you goodbye.
E was for an endless daze,
When I could stare at you for days,
For eagerness uncalled for
As I knocked on your front door.
F is for the fifty ways
I’d come up with to hold your gaze,
And for fifty more reasons why
I’d fail and fail with every try.
G is for a glimpse at you
That made me stand and cross the room,
And for the guts to ask you out,
Then you were all I’d think about.
H, for hers, just like my heart,
That forgets to beat when we’re apart,
For a hundred shades of blue
That the sun in your eyes drew.
I is for in love with you,
Where I fell without a clue,
For impossible to think
Of a world that you’re not in.
J is for the joy with which
You make me better stitch by stitch,
For that large jacket of mine,
You wore during that first sunshine.
K is for a kiss, then ten,
And a million more since then.
And it’s also for your knuckles
I kiss every time you chuckle.
L is for how lost I’d be
If you weren’t here with me,
Loving, laughing, lying here,
Where I hold you all so dear.
M, one minute, all it took,
For you to read me like an open book,
And now one minute’s all I need
For your sight my soul to feed.
N, ‘cause never I’d have thought,
You would get me so distraught,
N for how nervous I’d be
Each time you’d stand in front of me.
O for how often I’d find... (...)
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