Post by stephengodfrey on Jan 23, 2011 16:26:57 GMT -5
My love has hair like angel wings,
Weather she is on Heaven's Hilltop,
Or with me in a Nature Center-
Sitting on a chair overlooking a valley,
Or high on top of a tower.
When she stands under a
Weeping Willow, or a Palmetto,
Her beauty blends in perfect
Harmony with her surroundings.
Her speciality is making me feel special
In ways she is only equipped to do.
My love has hair like angel wings
That is soft and flowing.
She is distinct among all women.
No honor does she demand.
Respect is a natrual out-pouring to
My wife, from my heart of graditude.
Her softness surpasses the
Nominal affections of all other women.
Her kindness is in a league of it's own;
Her praises my lips do sing and
My love has hair like angel wings.
Weather she is on Heaven's Hilltop,
Or with me in a Nature Center-
Sitting on a chair overlooking a valley,
Or high on top of a tower.
When she stands under a
Weeping Willow, or a Palmetto,
Her beauty blends in perfect
Harmony with her surroundings.
Her speciality is making me feel special
In ways she is only equipped to do.
My love has hair like angel wings
That is soft and flowing.
She is distinct among all women.
No honor does she demand.
Respect is a natrual out-pouring to
My wife, from my heart of graditude.
Her softness surpasses the
Nominal affections of all other women.
Her kindness is in a league of it's own;
Her praises my lips do sing and
My love has hair like angel wings.
