The Lucy I Know
Laughing eyes illuminate you most
Understanding yet so strict
Cool, yes, cool methinks you are
You are the epitome of quality
Would you call it luck?
And say it wasn’t meant to be?
Moulds may freely grow
But of your accomplishments, hard work looms
U will continue to soar
Always and ever the leader I see.
Time will heal all pain
Under duress you definitely will excel
Should you feel almost despairing
Have faith that I believe in you!
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