He could still hear her in his imagination
Her laugh, her cry, her voice's soothing sensation
Those hazel eyes that could look right into his soul
This beautiful young lady whose heart he stole
No matter what he did he still felt her hands caress his hair
Even when he closed his eyes he could not hide from her stare
Her elegant dress reminded him of a morning sky's blue
Without her his life would fall apart for she was the glue
Whenever she cried rain would pour down
The earth would shake with her every frown
As beautiful as an angel but fragile as glass
Raised to be proper she had such class
He bites into a fresh fruit and tastes her lips
No matter what he cannot forget his cool attitude slips
His true feelings are exposed
The door to his heart is no longer closed
