Your sweet.
Your kind.
You remind me of a rhyme.
I can't get off my mind.
I find reason's to write for you;
and no not because I'm blue.
It's because I love you.
Your sweet.
Your nice.
Someday's your name goes through my mind a million times.
It's true, I wish I had met you;
but I didn't and I'm not so cool;
only because I didn't meet yoou while you were on this earth.
Your sweet.
Your beautiful.
Like Ronda and everybody else.
Now I can tell where everyone gets their gorgeous looks from.
Their beautiful Great Grandma.
(c)Cherisse Powers
03/10/06'