I've tried to remember each detail
I've tried to think how does it feel
I don't know when it exactly lost its shades
Though I just found out that it fades
The whole picture of you in my head is vague
Here in my heart there's no love to dig
It happens to me when I met this lady
It feels like my first time when she step on my way
I often caught her looking at me
And she never attempt to look away
She wore my fave colors or my fave cartoon character
She talks a lot and I knew she's cool and clever
She's neat and clean and that's important to me
She still looking fresh the whole day even if she's busy
I can see her compassion when she's around her patient
Seeing her so successful I can't wait
I'll move my hands and legs to follow your step
One day my love I'll be at your door step.
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