She likes all sorts of music, she's very hard to please,
She's good at making small talk, she's alwasy fun to tease.
She never tells me there's something that I could never do,
She signs all my birthday cards with, "Honey, I love you."
I like to watch her sleep and she likes to watch the rain,
She gets scared by horror movies but loves them all the same.
Models made of money, to buy their pretty clothes,
Someone's always there to help them through their highs and lows.
Pout lips, curvy hips and coats made of fur,
Dress up all they like, they don't compare to her.
She loves wading in the water as the current flows,
Her beauty is so radient, it dulls the reddest rose.
I like it when she strokes me hair, she likes to hold my hand,
She's something too mysterious for me to understand.
When I'm too weak to walk, she gives me strength to leap,
She's strong enough for both of us and she's mine to keep.
-My brother, Rhys, wrote for the girl he loves and adores.
