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THE LUCKY ONE



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THE LUCKY ONE

From a distance I'll sit back and simply watch her; She's quick to laugh, she smiles with her eyes. Her soft brown hair falls gently to her shoulders; Her face could light the darkest desert skies. But, still, somehow, I don't believe she knows it; Despite my words she doesn't understand. She tells me she's just glad to be my lady; But I'm the lucky one 'cause I'm her man. Her tender hands attend to all our children; Her soothing touch is mine when I return. The kids and I agree there is none better At making time for sorrows or concern. But, still, somehow, I don't believe she knows it; Despite my words she doesn't understand. She tells me she's just glad to be my lady; But I'm the lucky one 'cause I'm her man. She expects of me the highest I can rise to; She asks about my life as if a quiz. With each success I wish to turn and tell her I'm what I am because of who she is. But, still, somehow…
Wes Stephenson

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