your eyes deep couler
perse my soul
you harts great light
show me that witch matters most
my love for you
grows in protion to your harts butty
-
i know no thing more buttfule
then your eyes
thougs windows in to your soul
showig me its purity
and with it
my loves for you grows
by it to the 10th
-
for i know nothing so great
or so wonderful
as you