Your eyes the story of your soul
Your mouth can make a heart once broken whole
When you smile that crooked smile of yours
That can quench even the sorrow-est of scorch.
The morning light decks your face with art
The singing of the birds emphasize your heart
When they sing of a new day to come
Now, isn’t that for any sentiment a blessing some?
If my heart is heavied by the world
And it leaves me on the floor curled,
I have only to think of a certain passer by
That can again make my heart with happiness cry.
What love I have I give you til the end
What my soul bears, you can eternally call your friend
What my heart feels is only for you
Because you made me believe when I was most blue.
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