Her smile reflects the sunlight in my squinted eyes,
While hers are even colder than the northern winter skies.
Her laugh rings like a waterfall, smashing on rocks below,
Her skin is silken soft, paler than untouched snow.
While she talks, she makes me listen, while she's near, she makes me blush,
Because I know she's in on me, it almost feels like a real crush.
She is something otherworldly, with that wicked, wicked smile,
But I won't fall for that trap, no sir, she's wrong, I know that for a while.
Right now I feel her hands clutching for mine, and dodge the claws of my demise,
But man, when I saw her crying, that kiss was a suprise...
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