: About Me

How I Would Love Her For she was a woman of a much higher caliber. All her life, men have tried to be with her. She the only one that I know, that could make a rose jealous. For she was a more precious flower. Everyday, every minute, and every hour. She was more than thought about by thee. Not a second wasted on sleep. All in all she gave he pleasant dreams. As for dreams, in green pastures they would lay. Her beauty reached far more inner than one's face. Success could never smell so sweet. And I know question the mother's touch. Just the feel from her fingertips lets me know that she mea...