She doesn’t know it but she sings,

She sings every single day.

And She doesn’t know it but she dances,

with every step she takes.

She doesn’t know how She laughs and smiles,

even whilst She sleeps.

And She doesn’t know how deep She sighs,

when She’s lying here with me.

She doesn’t know I’ve seen and heard,

and looked and listened and watched.

And She doesn’t know how much She’s loved,

for all She is and all She’s not.

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