My Love For a White Girl

When I fall in love with a white girl, I won't flee; I'll know what I'm doing. My love for a white girl is so powerful, so strong, it makes me wanting to get more of them. A white girl's beauty is blooming like a dozen of red, yellow, white, and pink roses, especially by day and by night. She's the sun that shines daylight, the moon that rises at night, and my shining star. Not only is this beautiful white girl very attractive, she's also awesome, she's nice, kind, and not judgmental, at all. A white girl is the angel of life and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I look into her eyes (brown, olive green, ocean blue, or hazel) they shine like a pair of expensive gems worth $80,000. And when I see a white girl's smile, it's like an attractive angel is smiling down on me. Whether she's either short or tall and blonde or brunette, a white girl's still beautiful inside and out. But I can tell that this white girl is really angry. I can also tell that she's crying inside and out. The only reason why I care about a white girl's well-being is because I don't want her to go through all of the pain and suffering. With that much beauty in a real white/Caucasian girl, not only would I not want her beauty and love to go to waste, I don't want to take her for granted, either. The reason why I'm in love with a white girl because she's beautiful, she's smart, and I love her. If this white girl had a nicer, gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore drama that's going on in her life. And if we become boyfriend and girlfriend in the near future, things will never be the same.