What draws her to me


Could it be her style, or could it be the way that she wears her hair. Could it be just her heart, or simply because I care. Could it be the colors that she love, or could it be she's an angel that sent from above. Could it be the truth that I found within her. Could it be, she's a woman who knows her worth. Could it be the light that I find in her eyes, or could it be her words that I memorizes. Could it be how she talk, or could it be the little twist in her walk. Could it be the way she yell, or could it be her voice that rings out like church bell. Could it be the things that she do, or could it be she has a heart that is true. Could it be the way that she sing, or could it be the joy that she bring. Could it be the way that she speak to me, or could it be how she set my soul free. Could it be all things that she desires, or could it be just the thought of her that set my soul on fire. "Fire" Now she's building a burning flame. That burn so deep without a touch that has me calling your name. As you softly whisper into the air. Saying, "Come to Me!" I want to take you there. As I glaze into your lovely eyes, I must put aside my foolish pride n submit myself unto you. I don't know what else left too do. I'm being drawn into a world of bliss. This feeling is more powerful than a kiss. Is this a dream? I ask myself, My heart replied, "No! This just feels right...I know you love her, n she is U.

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