You might think it is her eyes
Where all the feelings are disguised
That her heart is held apart
Just a glimpse soothes the soul
You might think it is her voice
The words turning to music
The meaning lost in melodies
Never tiring of listening
You may believe it is her presence
Where the room shifts towards her
Brighter just by her being there
All with a stunning smile
But she has the power to raise the stars
... or make them lay right down
To glisten along the path
Sparkle like gems in her hair
You might think it is her eyes
But with her dreams ---
She controls the skies
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