My girl, my girl - I hope you are well
I write you these words - I think of you now
I think of your smile - it makes me so well
I am grateful for you - you must know how
Lara Marie - what can't you be
Your allure with haste - it lured me so well
Your heart and strength - I know of more now
But Lara Marie - your smile: what can't it be
Your hair your eyes - and all I can see
Beauty itself - is jealous of thee!
(Sincere I am - though corny, likely)
Your smile I see, tonight - in absence of thee
This one last line - what can it be
But you, enough! - my Lara Marie
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