She sits in the lobby
Sitting on her chair
Her blue eyes dancing
Framed by her golden hair
Her smile is brilliant
No light is so bright
Makes the saddest people happy
Makes every one feel all right
When she helped me find this place
I felt her special grace
Seared in my mind
Is her beautiful face
Her charm knows no bounds
Her aura is pure love
Her voice is sweet sounding
Like a coo of a dove
The sound of her voice
I would always love to hear
It is like sweet choice honey
Pouring in ones ears
Her skin on her hands
Is like soft silk
Most people’s hands feel like sand
Her skin is the color of organic milk
Such a young woman
Not jaded by life
Not jaded by the strife
She would make a sweet wife
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