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His name sounds like happiness It feels like home A comforting feeling comes over me when I hear it When he picks up a guitar His eyes light up and a smile appears on his face His fingers dance across the strings The trot fox, the waltz, the tango You can see the happiness and the love on his face I once told him that’s how I feel when I look at him He has that freckle above his lip A smile that makes me swoon I wake up beside him and there’s no place I’d rather be Almost every morning he comments on my eyes I don’t have to comment He knows what I’m thinking I know what he’s thinking I smile He kisses my forehead And pulls me into his chest Love is spelled Riley
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
January 18th, 2014
His name sounds like happiness It feels like home A comforting feeling comes over me when I hear it When he picks up a guitar His eyes light up and a smile appears on his face His fingers dance across the strings The trot fox, the waltz, the tango You can see the happiness and the love on his face I once told him that’s how I feel when I look at him He has that freckle above his lip A smile that makes me swoon I wake up beside him and there’s no place I’d rather be Almost every morning he comments on my eyes I don’t have to comment He knows what I’m thinking I know what he’s thinking I smile He kisses my forehead And pulls me into his chest Love is spelled Riley
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sarah-maccoy
Canadian
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
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