The Way She Laughs

I love the way she laughs
Her beautiful smile,
The way her hair falls around her face.
I love her eyes, always smiling and happy.
She is beautiful,
Body and soul.
I love her sense of humor,
I want to make her laugh,
Make her smile.
Because every time she does,
My world lights up.
I can’t be sad when she is happy,
I can’t be happy when she is sad.
I want to be there for her,
Her strong, valiant supporter,
But how do I tell her that?

The End

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