Sammy S. Quence

(2-9-1996 / Ohio)

What she means to me


She's my girl
She's my love
She was sent from heaven above
She's my angel
She's my moon
She's my sunlit afternoon
She's to die for
She's to cry for
She's worth everything to me
She's my silver
She's my gold
She's my shining pearl in dark, stormy weather
She's my wild thing
She's my mild thing
She lights up the room
She's my joy
She's my spirit
She's the air I breath
She's this
She's that
She's everything to me
She's more than I can imagine
She's more than I can phathom
She's the worlds treasures in all
She's my dream at night
She's my day dream in the morning
How can I get my mind off it all?

Submitted: Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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