Everytime your eyes meet mine, I am taken back to a
fantasy time, where the sky is always blue and the bird
song never ends, and I confess my love to you flows
forever from within.
Are you the human incarnation of a rose, or a mere
princess striking a pose, or even a beautiful peach of all
fruit falling not far from my small apple tree, a sweet
nectar inside called woman's ectasy.
If only you knew how beautiful you are, a cute little
angel molded from golden-brown tar, and everytime I look
at you I know it to be true,
That I have fallen madly in love with you.