One

When the sun shines on her hair, And when she waves them back, My heart skips a beat, And time loses its track. When she flicks her hair behind, And they flow so magnificently, My eyes can't move away, Peering away innocently. And oh, when she smiles shyly, And speaks oh so softly, My breath holds itself, Yet I seem to love so ably. For every wish I've ever wished, With every deed I've ever done, I pray to hold her hands in mine, And lay claim to finally be one.