Collette

Angls dreem... Hope... And invey her... morts here, will see her and die... As they fall to silence.... Her hair as perfect as sweet rain... And her smile that can brake the harts of true men... No one is worthy of her... And yet her personality sweetier then honey... sweet, quite... And prettier then the falling sun... There is no match... No compition... I think of her as i speek and  hold her as i sleep... My words fall short to how perfet she is.... And i love her... With every dip of love I could give and more... I keep her deep in my heart... And the image of her perfet face in my mind... I wait tell the day i can hold her and never let go... I wait for the day i can tast her sweet soft lips... And wait for the day we are together for ever... Long days have passed... And evert second spent thinking of her.. Love i will be with you... And i will marry you... Becuse Collette... I love you