LETTER 137
SHE’S PERFECT
© RYAN GUILEY
She’s perfect, nothing to worry,
With her, I’m never in a hurry,
Born right here in Windsor, at Grace,
As she still has the same pretty face.
She moved from house to house,
But, I never forgot her sexy blouse,
Just three kilometres away she lived,
As my heart was set and to only give.
If I could only have one date,
Knowing she was my only fate,
Being so cheerful was her expression,
Opening her car door, being a gentlemen.
It was like magic, sitting next to me,
As I hope, this would always be,
Just how she talks when she speaks,
I could listen all day and many weeks.
So many ask? How did you know?
She was the special one who showed,
Her kindness and her shiny ways,
Being a good girl, every single day.
She’s so beautiful and I’m tracing,
As days go by, just for a wasting,
So we can spend moments together,
So we can live happily and ever.
She is just filled with so much love,
I’m searching, trying to get a hold of,
I can still smell her hair and her shirt,
As she blushes red while I just flirt.
Her origins are now a part of me,
As I am not going to let this be,
She is coming back in my arms,
Being so pretty with her charm.