I Drive in a mind of a blurr,
while I stare at her
she murders the wings of my dreams,
for I can't even think
I carry a frown, and for some time felt like I was on trial
Yet she gives me a smile,
causing me to act like a child
O' and those eyes, I can't describe
and if I did you would say I lied
for beauty like yours I couldn't balance with the pen I write
She sends me in a tremble soo feverish,
that if given a kiss
a blind man can see his granted bliss
and wish that his cause of demise
would one day be from looking upon her eyes.
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