I'm lost in April's eyes
and I find that I'm too shy
to tell her all the things I feel inside,
or that her face is like a pretty
picture painting,
framed and hanging,
in my cluttered little mind
(where I spend all my time)
where she's smiling back at me
in a more than friendly way,
in a happy ending way
that tells me in a secret way
that it will be alright.

I feel her stare with more than eyes,
more soul than eyes.
Something's there
behind the stare,
more than meets my eye.

But she continues staring
and I can't help but daring
to quietly comment
(and I hope that she'll relent
after my opinion's spent)
on just how cute she is
in her silly little hat,
in that funny yellow hat,
whatcha think of that
her funny little hat,
and she smiles in her eyes
her body lightly sighs
as she swoons into my arms
and says she'll be forever mine.

And so us two, we two,
the two of us together
go off to meet the weather
with her funny little hat
and a dusty welcome mat
we go off to meet the weather
the rest of life together
in our house upon the heather
and that's the end of that.

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