Ode to my Love, (Daniella).

She's the Love of my life and

if anyone ever tried to hurt her

or take her then I'd have to

cut them with my poetic knife

Although sometimes it's dull so

they might laugh and say, "Nice try,"


But any who I'll stand-up and fight

for her and try to give the world to

her

She's the kind who's Exotically

Beautiful but doesn't,(even though I

tell her everyday), know it or, doesn't

flaunt it even the she could own the

earth but instead of all that she's down

to earth


She'd rather go to the lake and swim and

cook-out all day and sit around the fire

at night talking about anything then go to

some stuck-up high-falooting, high-society

masquerade


Beautiful grey eyes and pale-white skin and

looks good dressed-down in a simple skirt

just above her knees

But looks spectacular in next-to-nothing

Calls me the Love of her Life so I'll do

everything that I can to live up to that,

that she sees me to be in her eyes