I
made a startling discovery a few minutes before dawn
That
she gracefully strutted in my mind on and on
Her
bewitching smile captivating like the morning sun
I
rose from my slumber; sure she’d be with me every turn
Allow
me to talk about her though I may not exhaust
I
admit her presence always make me look so lost
Lost
in a world full of any conceivable bliss
She
holds my breath in her hands with ease
I’ve
suffocated numerous times, still I don’t care
Am
so used to it, it is not something to be called a dare
Let
me talk about her nose, it makes her face looks so pretty
Like
a rose yet to be plucked, her name is Betty
Let
me talk about Betty, now that you know her name
I first
saw her in the park and I’ve never felt the same
She
was the missing link, my heartbeat told me so
I
loved her and did let her know, her lips parted before
She
could say I love you too, though after awhile
Ever
since my life’s been so worthwhile
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