I gaze upon this flaxen-haired,
Blue-eyed, fair lady.
She lights the spark for every flame
Burning deep in me.
Her peacefulness is humble.
Her charm, quite a delight!
I know no other like her.
She's a peculiar sight.
Lovely is this woman,
How she helps my weary soul.
Soon, she'll call herself my wife.
Set in motion are these goals.
Everything of which I dreamed,
I find hiding in her!
She's the only one for me:
Blue-eyed, flaxen-haired Debbie.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
I gaze upon this flaxen-haired,
Blue-eyed, fair lady.
She lights the spark for every flame
Burning deep in me.
Her peacefulness is humble.
Her charm, quite a delight!
I know no other like her.
She's a peculiar sight.
Lovely is this woman,
How she helps my weary soul.
Soon, she'll call herself my wife.
Set in motion are these goals.
Everything of which I dreamed,
I find hiding in her!
She's the only one for me:
Blue-eyed, flaxen-haired Debbie.
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