She was my first love, down in the "old back then"...
tho she would never and now I'll tell you why.
I felt her like a summer storm, coming again
Just like the wind she made my kite fly.

She was softer then the breeze on a fresh summer day,
brighter then the flash of the sky...
She was music like the thunder, she could make the clouds rain,
my heart beat so fast I'd thought I would die...

I can never get my voice to work, my heart was beating so loud,
I swore that's all she ever could hear...
my legs felt like they were made out of playdough,
anytime that my feet would get near.

Her hair was like the dark clouds that crossed the sky,
her lips like the best sunset in june,
Hey eyes were better then the milkyway,
and her skin it was whiter then the moon.

I could go on about her, forever it seems,
although to her I could have never said a word...
She was more beautiful then anything that I could ever say,
A summer storm I wish now that I'd heard.

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild

very good as always my friend.

great as always

Beautiful Ben!

B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L

Lol.... ya'all make me blush with your comments.
Must be a Beautiful day!