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Elements about her has me mixed up
Making me completely loose myself
I need not see her, just her voice
And I am tune into her wavelength
She stares unflinchingly at me
Eyes widened, inquiring
Why do you look at me,
Yet not a sound nor a word speak?

Like a devoted bride I stand before a mirror
Rehearsing and rehashing four simple words
“Hey, how are you?”
Now become a mantra refusing to be heard as long as you’re there
My reflection stares back at me
Hopeful and confident I repeat out loud those words
Smiling, I pat myself saying tomorrow my voice will be heard
Elements about her has me mixed up and tongue tied;
I’m hers I must declare