A Love Story
Warm, inviting, caramel eyes,
Smile lights night skies.
Skin like soft snow,
Floating down slow.
He is the willow tree- lovely,
But timid be,
Until the day,
Love finds his way.
Lips just as mild as pink velvet,
With her own met.
Without her, dead,
No words need said.
Smile lights night skies.
Skin like soft snow,
Floating down slow.
He is the willow tree- lovely,
But timid be,
Until the day,
Love finds his way.
Lips just as mild as pink velvet,
With her own met.
Without her, dead,
No words need said.