Her

February 7, 2020

I see her.

She's standing there with beauty and grace,

My heart begins to race.

She turns to me

And all my negative thoughts flee.

Her smile is everything I could ever dream of,

Filled to the brim with so much love.

She makes me so merry,

Ma chérie.

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