Her smile overwhelms me
And as a child seeing beauty for the first time
So my breath is stolen from me, I cannot speak
Like a man who cannot stare too long at the sun
Else he cannot shake its image from his mind
So too I, cannot look in her eyes
Lest I become forever lost, in their blue green hues

She’s nothing special, or so she tells me
Yet her slightest whisper is as a sirens call
And conveys strength as the ocean waves, like Neptune’s symbols
Her touch, even a gentle brush as she walks past
Causes the weak to become as heroes,
Strong men tremble, as one who stands before his maker
And I, the very beat of my heart seems to hang on her foot steps

I say to you, I have seen a dream walking
With form and beauty such that I desired never to wake
My arms have even know their dream with her embrace
Nothing special, cold and empty is a world left without her
As a heart is left when it’s last bit of hope fades, when all hope dies
Her presence is life and light, her leaving as doom, I tremble at both
Life is worth more the living, because of Nothing Special.

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