There’s something about her.
Something special about her smiling eyes,
and about the delicate caress of her breath.
She is a lady, my knight in shining armour,
my perfect place, my solace in the sun.
There’s something about her.
Something in the way she makes me breathless
with longing.
She is serenity, and she holds the keys to Shangri-la.
She is my chapel of hope, the deliverer of dreams,
who gives my heart wings.
There’s something about her.
Perhaps, it’s the dreaminess of her voice;
and the delicateness of her touch.
Perhaps it’s in her smile;
and in the haunting magic of her gaze.
Maybe it’s the way she holds my heart captive
and nourishes my soul.
There is a certain je ne sais quoi about her.
Something delightfully bewitching
in her warmth, in her tenderness.
Perhaps it’s the seductive gait of her laughter;
the provocative voice of her touch,
or the enchanting tone of her wavy breath.
There is definitely something about her.
Maybe it’s that unforgettableness when
she seeps effortlessly into my soul
and spreads beneath my skin.
Maybe it’s the simple way
she captures my six senses and deepens longings.
Or maybe it’s in her beautiful simplicity, her complexity
and how she manages to be accessible yet mysterious,
like an enigma in a puzzle.