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Articles: Poetry | Thinking of her......;-)
- Mr. Frank Abagnale Jr.
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You could travel for many a mile,
Just thinking of her beautiful smile.
You could have everlasting highs,
Just thinking of her intoxicating eyes.
Your heart always skips a beat,
Just thinking of her voice so sweet.
Never it fails to brighten your room,
Just thinking of her face in full bloom.
But...
Neither have I seen, the smile sweeter than pies,
Nor have I ever drunk, from her inebriating eyes.
Neither has her voice, quickened my heart's pace,
Nor have I ever, laid eyes on her endearing face.
Still, for reasons unknown,
To her memories, I am greatly prone,
Her presence, I always pine for,
Her thoughts, never leave me alone.
It must be obvious, of whom I speak;
A girl, adorable, wondrous, truly unique.
She is none out of the blue.
In fact, she is, none other than you.
When I think of her, I think of you,
It is true, today I duly proclaim.
You are in my mind, beyond anything I knew,
And I hope that you, are in a condition same.
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