It's Love
She smiles...and sunshine lights his day,
he harks to hear what she might say.
She speaks...he hangs on every word,
as if, by chance he has not heard.
Each word she utters, lisping, sweet,
has made his little day complete.
Yet see...he fears she might betray,
the very thought is so absurd,
his fervour sweeps her off small feet.
By cherryk
© 2010 cherryk
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