I don't believe there is a specific time that she
Crosses my mind, for she is always in my thoughts.
Her voice has a magical charm on me.
Loving her is just so natural;
It comes as an instinct.
Every time I speak to her,
Butterflies fill my stomach-
Every time, my head rushes to the clouds.
Darkness has no place in my mind;
It is replaced by thoughts of her.
Clear memories of our time together
Have replaced everything evil with something good.
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I tried my hand at an acrostic poem~ What do you think?
