Her hair rests gently on her face
Sweet looking eyes as I gazed
Pink lips are waiting to be kissed
Skin as white as the morning mist
Curves, so soft and perfect
Breast that would be lovely to inspect
As we sit in front of each other
All I can see was her, no other
And the more I look at her, I more I fall
Fall in Love, and be enthralled
I can't help to get enchanted
And hear the music of Love be chanted
But still I don't know her, not even her name
I chickened out and didn't play the game
Well, It was really quite a shame
That I won't know what we should have became
Though I know I played lame, the Love I should've proclaimed
And Love at first sight was suppose to be claimed
I just sat and watch her leave
And wonder what I could've achieved
But I still do, strongly, believe
That my love will one day be recieved
As for now I grieve
And wait for that lady to make me feel relieved
Rhyme for a girl I saw in the bus today.
Real pretty girl.
Norah Jones - Come Away With Me
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