Shooting Star And Her
I'm not a night person normally,
Her presence created an anomaly,
I now stay up all night cheerfully,
As she lies there in my lap lazily,
Her eyes glimmering delightfully,
As she looks up at me gleefully,
She turns and points to the sky merrily,
As a shooting star appears momentarily,
Her hands join in prayer for us hopefully,
A tear in my eyes and I cry heartily,
She looks at me and wipes the tears hastily,
That's when I realized she loved me unconditionally.
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