Garrett Bradley (09/06/1993 / Moreno Valley)
How can I put you into words, it seems as if my vocabulary cannot describe,
How your angelic face illuminates the world; you are my joy, my pride.
Beautiful, that is a term used for peasants;
You are more like a goddess, so graceful and elegant.
How can I, an unworthy, simple man love a being so perfect
That, upon sight, men drop to their knees to worship?
You invade every thought that occupies my mind.
I cannot focus on anything else, youre in my head all the time.
All of your features have me hypnotized.
Especially your soft, honey brown eyes.
Your luscious, brown hair flows down your back like an illustrious waterfall,
And your voice is so sweet, so serene, I melt when you call.
How I desire to caress your smooth, velvet like skin;
My heart bounds out of my chest whenever you flash me your sly grin,
Because your cheery smile is so dazzling that it could put the sun out of business
And your figure is perfect, there isn't a curve I wouldn't want to kiss.
If only fools fall in love, then I must be the biggest jester alive.
You are the only woman I ever want to be with; I never want to leave your side.
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