He would look at her face every day,
Dumb-founded and in awe,
And each single day,
Every day,
He would find something new,
Something new to admire on,
How can something this breath-taking,
Be the cause of his calm,
He sat still,
Trying his best to fathom,
Whatever it is he is feeling,
Hoping she would be his heart’s final stop.
He would always remember her voice,
How she sounded a little boyish,
But, like magic, in a second,
Would sound like the heavens opened up its gates,
Once she started singing,
And each single day,
Every day,
He'd long for another second,
When her voice would grace his ears,
He would go back to how he felt,
When he first realized,
She's what he wanted,
She's who he was waiting for,
She's her own woman,
And he wants her to realize it,
And each single day,
Everyday,
He discovers it is still there,
That plethora of ineffable emotions,
And he asks,
With an almost bewildered wonder,
He realizes he’s already hoping,
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