Lyrrad Drawe Oipila
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and the times I stroked her hair.
The moments when I caught her smile,
Her laugh that would linger in all my while.
Her eyes that mimics the darkest night.
Eyes that twinkle with the the brightest light.
The way she evades when I tickle her neck,
and how she's the most beautiful even when she's a wreck.
Oh, how I love her, even until now.
But I've lost my chance, I've broken my vow.
Yet just remembering her while holding my pen,
I feel myself forming a smile again.