She hears your voice:
Chills down her spine
She sees your face:
Floating on Cloud 9
She feels your touch:
Melts like a Hershey's Kiss
She smells your scent:
Filled with bliss
She tastes your love:
One of the select few
What happened to that girl:
She met you!
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