You danced so lightly into my closed heart
tiptoeing by my insecurities
piercing through with a loving, caring, dart
opening up new possibilitiesI'm trusting that bitterly we'll not part
sailing together through adversity for our voyage, I have drawn up no chart
Can't summon a sea of serenityI'm no good at the culinary arts
Believe me, I never intend to be
Ah, sometimes you’re an annoying upstart
I, of course, always behave perfectly
I vow to sprinkle you with pixie dust
your special company I always lust
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Susan O'Reilly
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