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Her face
could launch a thousand ships,
So I am at the port,
To see the beauty that she is,
And give my own report.
I see the
mystery in her eyes,
And watch her silly grin,
And just the way she moves her head,
It leaves me in a spin.
The way
she walks, the way she talks,
It leaves me mesmerized,
And then the way she looks at me,
It takes me by surprise.
For
somehow she has noticed me,
I beckon to her call,
I'd give her everything I have,
I'd give my very all.
I wonder
why this wondrous thing,
Would ever notice me,
I'm nervous as I contemplate,
Which makes me want to flee.
But then
I see her gentle side,
And feel her loving touch,
The way she pampers me with love,
A thing I need so much.
And now
I'm living on the shore,
As mighty ships sail past,
And though her face could launch them all,
I know our love will last.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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