My Little Mormon Girl

Your hands are beautifully dusted with calluses
And denying your beauty would lead to some fallacies.
And an infectious smile appears on your face,
I impatiently wait for your laughter and embrace.

But your smile, your smile, so pure and so kind,
touches my soul and my heart and my mind.
A chef you are not, but a true friend you are.
We'll sit on your roof and admire the stars.
You call me judgemental, but just wait and see
that you are the best thing to happen to me.

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