Don't take her from my arms,
The only thing pure in the world.
Her laugh, so angelic,
Takes the depression away.
Flaming hair,
Icy eyes,
Hot and cold,
A miracle,
Love in a loveless marriage.
Her grace so mighty,
Rescue us from our stupidity.
Just a babe,
Winning all of our hearts,
Bringing smiles to our frowning mouths,
She is ours.
She is pure.
She is angelic.
She is Cheyenne.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Don't take her from my arms,
The only thing pure in the world.
Her laugh, so angelic,
Takes the depression away.
Flaming hair,
Icy eyes,
Hot and cold,
A miracle,
Love in a loveless marriage.
Her grace so mighty,
Rescue us from our stupidity.
Just a babe,
Winning all of our hearts,
Bringing smiles to our frowning mouths,
She is ours.
She is pure.
She is angelic.
She is Cheyenne.
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