The thought of you sends goosebumps up and down my body. If one were to describe you to a man that had lost his sight; all one would have to say is that you're a picture of PERFECTION. The english vocabulary isn't vast enough to accurately describe your beauty.
Your lips are sweeter than blueberry pancakes with extra syrup. Looking into your eyes is as breathe-taking as watching the sunset on a perfect autumn day. Your skin is as soft and smooth as stilled water. Your hair is the crown of your beauty; free of chemicals and extensions. Your fragrance is as refreshing as a brand new cars' interior. Your body is as vuluptuous as a champion thoroughbred.
If only I could eloquently articulate my affection towards you; then perhaps you would realize that your prince charming has materialized in the flesh. If only I could attract you with my words; then perhaps you would realize that my lyrics are only a reflection of my feelings towards you. If only you could overlook my disability; then perhaps you would realize that a wounded warrior is in your prescence.
God is good, God is great; your the object of my desire, yes you're my fate. I am not ashamed to admit that I need you; because behind every good man there is a better woman...