The Perfect Girl - Poem by Arville Cole
Your the only thing I wanted, your all I ever think about. Until I met you, I thought my luck was running out.
But I get so lost, when I look into your eyes. I feel weightless, and floating in the skys.
And when I spend time with you, it makes me feel so good. It puts me in a better mood, and I knew it would.
The luckiest guy on earth, I must be. Because out of all the guys you could have, you chose me.
Your the perfect girl of all, and I want you to know. That all I wanted to say, is I love you.
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