Her hair was auburn like the tree's in autumn,
She smile as bright as the stars at night,
She asked 'Why are you looking at me? '
Her hazel eyes were deep and expressive,
And skin as soft as silk,
She repeated 'Why are you looking at me? '
With a short smile I leaned towards her,
With gasp as she took my breath away,
I replied with my forehead lent against hers 'Because baby, you're the best god damn view.'
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