I never fell in love with her looks
Or the way that she cooks,
I never fell in love with her eyes
Even though they soothe an memorize.
I never fell in love with her dainty nose
Or her cheeks that tempt a rose,
I never fell in love with her golden hair
Or the clothes that she did wear.
I never fell in love with her tempting breasts
To which in dreams my head rests,
I never fell in love with her seducing smile
Or the way that she moved, and her style.
I never fell in love with her firm ass
When slowly by me she did pass,
I never fell in love with her ears;
I fell in love with her soul, and her tears.
Randy L.McClave
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