Maybe it was how she walked,
Or maybe it was how she talked,
Or how her dark hair softly fell
Perhaps her wafting floral smell,
Her smiling face, or twinkling eyes;
The rest of us can just surmise,
But he was suddenly aflame,
And never after quite the same,
As true love began to stir,
And all his mind was fixed on her,
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