When she’s happy she has this effect,

It’s her ability to be able to reflect,

Her mood onto you and well beyond,

Like the wave of a magic fairy wand,

It’s her dimples, they’re hers so unique,

Cheekily hidden in each of her cheek,

Exploding in sweetness just for a while,

Stamping you with her infectious smile,

Inverted commas stressing her laughter,

Facial evidence from before and still after,

So all who meet her get a free takeaway,

Of her sunshine pouring into their day.

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