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His Thoughts
I wonder what she thinks, Every time she looks my way. I love the way she smiles - The way she laughs, I love how she bites her bottom lip – Every time she gets mad. I’m so tempted to kiss her lips – They’re so beautiful and full. When she looks into my eyes, I feel as if she can read my soul. But yet none of my true feelings does she know. She’s the perfect girl for me This I know. I can spend everyday with her, And it not get old. She’s cute and funny, Extremely sweet I only wish she felt the same way towards me. To me she’s more then my best friend – I’m falling in love with her, And I’m afraid she wont understand.
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