I see her charming smile
Her beautiful doe-like eyes
The dimples in her cheeks
Things I can only see.
You should see her walk
The pride in her stride
The trim of her waist
The poise of her chin.
Have you heard her laugh?
Oh what music divine!
My heart 'set to its rhythm
'Twill ever beat that way.
And I see her every day,
Oft seated opposite me;
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