she`s the gal that makes me smile
takes my breathe away for a while
i keep on looking at her like a jerk
but that look of her gives me perk
i could talk to some one in a rave
being with her is my novel crave
i know she is something, I've gotta class
smooth are her hair like dews on the grass
i could wake up in the morning so early
to see those black locks shining curly
her eyes i can see in the deepest mist
she is the last girl on my lingering list
intent to hold her palm and dance
under the lusty full moon lighted romance
her hug is just like a wing of dove
that's my gal, she is my love
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