She is simple, she is sweet,
she buys shoes to hide her feet,
I am complex, I am strong,
unafraid of being wrong.
She is funny, makes me laugh,
stands five four, maybe a half,
I am witty, I can weep,
passions rooted twelve feet deep.
She is happy, rarely sad,
cheeks get red when she gets mad,
I am quiet, I am wise,
I hide nothing in my eyes.
She likes music and ballet,
likes her man to lead the way.
I like beauty, truth and grace.
I like my man; he likes my face.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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