Blonde Hair

Blond hair & blue eyes, yes he remembered her well Those pointy ears and tiny voice still was clear as a bell. Her velvet shoes and ballroom gown were perfect for the dance He knew the spot he'd take her was perfect for romance. They danced and sang the night away with hopes of more to come The meal they shared was exquisite and it made her hum. The ring he had remembered for he picked it especially For the lady that had caught his eye it would fit perfectly. He hoped that she would be his bride, lovely for all to see The mother of his children, a perfect wife she would be. His nerves were wavering, his stomach in knots Every where he looked all he saw was dots. The words they tumbled over his tongue his mouth was cotton dry The look that came across her face he new it was worth the try. The tears that streaked her lovely face he knew were tears of joy The words that came pouring out were yes, my lovely boy.