Was it your sheepish smile when you told me you love me?
Or is it the way your back looks whenever you walk in front of me?
Every time I'm around you,
I can't help but to feel like I've got my white flag up.
You make my knees weak,
I'm at your mercy.
The way you flash a smile across,
I just can't help but thank God everyday,
that He made you like this.
Your ever beautiful self.
But now this smile is no longer there,
tell me why so.
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