I wonder if it is me she is thinking about
Because I can't stop thinking of her
But I don't want to stop thinking of:
Her beautiful eyes that look around the room
Her joyful laugh she gives out as she plays a game
Her gorgeous smile as she gets ready to take a picture
Her wavy hair that blows across her face as she runs past me
Her lovely scent that comes off of her as she walks by
But I'm glad to know she is mine.