On my mind
She is running through my mind each and every day.
What it is about her, is hard to say.
Her beautiul laugh? or her pretty brown eyes?
Maybe it is her smile that can light up the darkest of skies.
However long i have to wait, it is something I can endure.
She is my girl, and that I am sure
A loss of words leaves me with nothing more to say.
Other than she is running through my mind each and every day.
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