A small poem about my lady |
| This pure beautiful woman, never asks for a thing This pure beautiful woman, always lets people in She has loved, she has cared, she has smiled She's gone the extra mile Now it's her turn to be loved and cherished Now it is her time to ride horse and carriage All she needed was love and I will give her just that I stand beside her hand in hand, to help at the drop of a hat Her sweetness breaks my heart Her innocence will make you weep from the start She has that aura of kindness that really defies belief She's more than bloody special, she is an angel you'd want to keep. |