She is an accident of nature
Totally beautiful from head to toes
She once stood next to him
Things are certainly not as before
She can't wait because he is not Bill Gate
This girls voice is still an organ in his soul
She knew his voice, the smell of his soul
That; that shines, no longer brightens their souls
She looks into the future with eyes of fear
The man she sees got Wills she thinks are mere wishes.
She just can't wait
To join him complete his paintings
She doesn't want
To be an old beautiful lady
Sitting next to him in a work of art.
Though all wives are married
Surely, not all married are wives
Tears on her eyes
She still looks into the future with eyes of fears
The truth she sighs, she just can't wait.
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