Stolen words

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I know these words have been said before

but we should all be saying them more and more.

She fills my every waking moment.

 

All my senses she does please,

my shaking body, my trembling knees.

She fills up my senses like night in the forest.

 

All my time she does capture

filling my day full of rapture.

Her magnetic movements capture the minutes I’m in.

 

I apologise for the words I did steal

but honestly, that is the way I truly feel.

She makes me feel like a guitar humming.

 

Who is it who lifts my spirits high?

She’s from Bangkok, she is Thai.

A wonderful girl, with the name of Pai.