The Girl
When I see her I get chills down my back.
When she speaks it’s like an Angel’s talking.
When she walks I see her beauty in every step.
When I look deep in her eyes I fall in love once again.
Her love is like a river deep and full of kindness.
When the wind blows I hear her talk with every wind blow.
The girl for whom I love with all my heart.
The love I have for her will never burn out.
The Girl
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