You
I haven't had a time, when I did not think of you.
Even the oddest places.
My thoughts is of you.
One time, a man was talking to me.
And inn a moment.
It was you smiling at me.
I think to myself.
Thats strange to me.
That your smile seems to consume me.
But, then again thats just you.
The most beautiful woman in the room.
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