She talked to me like it was winter,
She tells stories as if she's the writer.
She would tie her hair like she's in a drama
And would laugh endlessly as if she was in a comedy.
I guess it was magic
Her eye smile was always a dead giveaway
More than the colors of the rainbow
She was the moon in all my sky.
And when the night fells
She would listen to her favorite music
And sing like it was her own melody.
I could tell she's the star of her own right.
But you know why I like her?
She's a story I would love to tell
But a memory I wouldn't share
Because she's my heart, my soul and mine.
She is me.
The woman who believes she can
And would hopelessly romantically believe
She is always worth the wait :)
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