So young and vital as she smiles,
A joy to be around.
I can’t believe the happiness
And tenderness I’ve found.
She’s always there to comfort me
Because she seems to care,
And anytime that I’m in need
I know that she’ll be there.
Perhaps it’s wrong to long for her
The way I often do,
But I don’t care because I’m sure
She’s longing for me too.
March 14, 1982
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