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It's Been A Matter Of 38 Days,

Since I First Spoke To The One I Praise.

We First Met By Just Email,

But Now We Speak To No Avail.



I Think She's Such A Precious Thing,

I Love Her Eyes, Inside They Sing.

I Looked At Her & Was Entranced,

As Stars Inside Her Eyes They Danced.



I Know That She Has Looks To Kill,

Just To See Her Was A Thrill.

She Had Her Gorgeous Hair Let Down,

She Had Just Came Up From Downtown.



I Could Not Believe The Way She Looked,

For When She Smiled, My Heart She Hooked.

My Friend Had Told Me How She Was,

But He Did Not Do Her Just Cause.



She Likes To Look Into Your Soul,

To Help You Out, To Make You Whole.

She Speaks With Me When I Am Down,

When In My Sorrows I Will Drown.



She Can't Believe I Remembered Then,

When We First Spoke But I Know When.

These 38 Days They Have Been Great,

It Seems That Meeting Her Was Fate.