Best of Me
I see her walking down the street,
She is beautiful always;
I feel my heart beat,
I love it when her hair sways.
I see her walking in my direction,
She sees me trembling in fear;
I cannot make of this conception,
Her footsteps are all I hear.
Then we finally come together,
I pick her up in my arms as if it were fate;
We both feel lighter than a feather,
I ask her out on a date.
I hope she sees what I see,
I hope she sees the best of me.
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