She.
She is my love
And that love
is my everything
She is what you call spring
Where the flowers
bloom around her
She is everything to me
But am I allowed
To look at her like that
She feels warm
In the fall and winter
She makes everyrhing
in my life better
But the question is
Does she feel the same way
(I thought of writing this after I listened to She by Dodie Clark)
