Him
I sit there watching him from across the room/ My face turns to a rose in bloom/ When he looks back I start to smile/ Because of his looks, I'm indenial/ His blue eyes sparkle in the sun/ Which makes my heart start to run/ His kindess is so loving/ All the girls start pushing and shoving/ But he will only be mine/ That thought sends a tingle down my spine/ When our hands meet/ I feel like I'm in a hot seat/ I saw him again midsummer eve/ He told me we'd be together forever and I believed/ At the top of the ferris wheel we had our first kiss/ It was like perfect bliss/ He said I had the cutest smile/ The same one he saw when I waslked down the aisle
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