Pretty lady…
honey golden skin.
Please wait a minute
so I can tell you how I'm feeling.
I want to know everything you believe in
as in do you want a husband, or maybe a baby.
Pardon my tongue slipping
but I see us in the future living.
One day I'll say I told you so
for they say when you know you know.
But before you tell me no
ask yourself if ever you thought you'd smile like so.
I just want a chance to show…
a chance to grow.
And as foolish as this seems
I'm quite sure you're the very angel I always saw in my dreams.
© Heath Muchena
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