Observing His Grace

by laura anne   May 19, 2005


His fingers move so fast with grace
His eyes so focused with such a serious face
The music he plays just wounds so great
You just stare there\'s nothing you can hate
Stick out his tongue to lick his lips
Tapping of his foot moves his hips
When it\'s over there\'s nothing to do
But look at him and say, \"I Love You.\"

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