Its not your eyes, Or the way you kiss. That's not why I'll remember this. It's not your voice, Or your little walk. It's not your style Or the way you talk. It's not your skin, Or your little smile, But i know this will linger More than a while. It's not your hair, Your cheeks, your arms, It's not your faith, your looks, Your charms. It's not your money, That makes me love you, It's just the way you are And everything you do.
Reason for writing:
Chris Bennett
Birth sign: Cancer
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