HER MAKES ME LOVE HER

Her laugh—like sunlight spilling through the trees, Her voice—a song carried on the breeze. The way she moves, so soft, so free, Her makes me love her endlessly. Her smile ignites a quiet fire, Her touch awakens a deep desire. The way she listens, the way she sees, Her makes me love her with such ease. In every glance, in every word, A thousand feelings go unheard. Yet in my heart, one truth is sure: Her makes me love her, ever pure. No reason needed, no careful plan, Just being near her—I am a man Who falls again, each day anew, Her makes me love her, through and through