My Special Girl

I rubbed my eyes, looked up and smiled
As you packed my drink with ice
I thought
How nice you should
So typical that you would
On such a hot summers day in such a hot place
Be so good
As to worry only about me
But that’s you, a beautiful woman
To you all others matter
And you are pushed back for reasons unknown
Only to yourself my love
And that’s what makes you special

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“My Special Girl”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published: 
May 8th, 2006
Category: 
Nerine
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