Her smile
Just too see it I'll run more than a mile

Her voice
Its my morning song by choice

Her touch though I've never felt it
I'm sure it's soft and I'd never reject it

Her tears
They aren't sour like the others
Made of rainbows with thunders

Her eyes
I can't see no lies in them
And I can't say how many times I closed my own, but still about hers I dreamt