When I think of you,
there is fondness in my heart.
When I think of you,
There is peace, it was there from the start.
Out of the blue you came,
And nothing has ever been the same.
Your face etched in my soul.
Your voice, I am deeply enthralled.
Your mind as sharp as a knife.
Your humour deals with the strife.
When I think of you,
everything is real and true.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
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