Every Jack Needs His Jill

When I close my eyes I see you
Those pretty brown eyes I can see right through
Your beautiful soul
Is where I live
To you is where my love is to give.
I said no to sex a time or two
Because I knew all I wanted was really you.
But as you leave
I think to myself
What could have been and what I left on the shelf.
I will always care for your pretty soul.
I will remember you for a lifetime
I'm your Jack you're my Jill

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