At one corner of a kitchen,
Sits a girl;
Queen of my dreams, the joy of my heart.
She isn’t that perfect, but she is the right choice.
She isn’t that good cook,
But I enjoy her meals.
How I wish to be that lucky man to…
For her ways just reflect and gives beauty to that good character in her which I think no
other girl has.
The love I read in her eyes and the comfort I find near her,
Just gives me an idea and a picture of what my life can be if we get
Sitting by her side,
And watching her read and write,
Is a passion for me.
And I truly confess;
She is my finest.