It's the way her skin color shines in the light,
They way it makes you want to touch it.
It's the way her eyes glow in the dark night,
They way they make you want to gaze at them.
Her voice speaks a million tones at one time,
It's to hard to focus in on just one tone,
When you're heavily in love with them all,
It's the way she comforts me, when I'm alone.
Her made up words make me smile no matter what,
Even when I'm in a bad mood, or feeling sick,
She can make me laugh when I'm silently quiet,
She makes me do things that no one else can.
It's the way she just want's to love and be loved,
I know her heart has been broken a thousdan times,
I know that I can't fix it; but I can certainly try,
For now, within these few little rhymes.
