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Jun 2010
I look at you across this smoky room,
You are some one I just cant have ,
I wish i knew what enchanted me so,
I reel as I roll it in my mind.

After all theres the way you walk
the way you move
the way you sit
the way you stand
thers nothing more to say
But...

I love the way you speak
the way you smile
the way your eyes sparkle when you look my way
the way you make it known that you know you own me
theres nothing left to say
but...

I love the way slow anger burns inside you
the way you know your not perfect
the way you know you are perfect
the way you care so little
theres nothing left to say
but...

I love you
Written some years ago about a young lady I obsessed over as most young Men do before they realise that you can in fact approach and talk you women folk.
Written by
Zak Ridge
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