Allow me to paint her picture for you;
Her hair is of the softest brown,
Her eyes are of the same color,
Her lips are a lovely pink,
Her smile is full of teeth,
And love,
Her laugh is equalled only by the bells of heaven,
Her voice is firm and complete,
She’s dressed as sharp as a tack,
For the clothes only color and complement her figure,
For this all is only the thin covering to what’s inside,
For she has the wits that have yet to be paralleled by man,
A flawless personality,
And she can’t fail to dazzle you with her tender and affectionate feelings,
For everything,
For all this is locked beneath her soft,
Lightly freckled skin,
For this magnificent voice of love,
Is locked in her heart,
Where you have to be to hear it.