The Prettiest Woman
When she comes into view
My heart skips a beat
And even starts to flutter
My voice cant even mutter
As im lost for words
Her hair is golden red like fire
Her skin so soft she is my hearts desire
And the words just seam to roll of her tongue
Just like a fresh mountain stream
This woman is my Queen
I wonder if she knows how i feel
These feelings i have i know they are real
Maybe ill tell her or maybe not
Just a thought
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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