Violin Nights
with a yawn, a stretch, and a few too many back cracks
a tactical warning to those who would disturb that
she fixes up her hair and gets dressed to the nines
when she passes you by your blinded by beauty that shines
she can look you in the eye and tell you all about your life
the warmth she keeps inside i can’t wait to make her my wife
the doppelganger of an angels song in physical manifestation
if you look close enough you can see the halo of her exaltation
her ability to show you up with her intelligence is just innate
and it doesn’t matter how well you think you can debate
she’ll put you in your place faster than you can believe
your head will be spinning so much you can’t even see
her grace is impeccable her elegance is purely divine
with such amazing radiance it will never be confined
look around you and you’ll see there is no one better
one simple glimpse and your heart will start to flutter
her gaming prowess can be matched by only one
who loves to dive into the fray like he’s a simpleton
no matter how difficult or no matter how much flak
there is never a worry you know she’s got your back
the music and movies she loves is that of impeccable taste
enjoying them with her causes feelings that can’t be placed
give her some cards and you’ll find your all out of cash
stand up against her and you’ll get a bad verbal lash
she’s a the most beautiful freak and it’s so very true
here mere presence makes the whole world rather askew
you get lost in her smile and see the future in her eyes
the complete package I would say if I would have to surmise
with a couple of uttered worlds she can brighten your day
and will make all of your troubles so quickly drain away
with ink to this paper I indeed write this tribute to her
because she is what this world does so richly deserve
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