I hear your foot steps and without looking I know its you.
Your steps, sound as wheels stuck in mud, I could tell its you even in the dark.
You sway your hips as gentle wind on trees with smiles clear as morning dew.
I could listen to you talk all day, the sweetness of your voice is as a newly baked pie, it scent can't be ignored.
I could forever hear you laugh, its sound fills the room as faded songs of love and when you are gone the trail of your scent still lingers, one could easily tell because its that of lilies.