Look at her curly hair flowing in the breeze
Watch her run through the meadows of daisies.

Strawberry blonde, one of a kind
What I gander makes me pause...spins my mind.

With her braided hair
Freckles, blue eyes
And an innocent smile
There she is, teasing butterflies.

Humming to herself
Guess I didn't know any better
Eager to greet her
I approach her with fear.

I had no reason to be there
Don't know how I even got there
Sure didn't wanna retreat
This is my chance to meet and greet.

So I put my best foot forward
My throat, I politely clear
With an innocent voice
I speak the words of careful choice.

She listens intently, smiling.
Her eyes pierced through my styling.
She motions without a sound.
Can't tell for sure...but it was profound.

She doesn't hear a thing
But she listens to everything
I don't know how to respond
I was frozen, my feet pinned to the ground.

Like gravity she pulls me in
Lost her hearing when she was three
She's a mystery
She's my strawberry girl.
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