To the girl I never met.
She’s the one for me.
Her eyes are so pretty
And her hair touches her feet.
She’s an angel on earth.
Love personified since birth
And every curve perfect like turf;
Natural like the Jets.  


She is an intelligent queen.
Beauty of a brain.
Conversation constantly change,
So fast sometimes it’s strange.
She’s beyond clothes and a rose.
She pose as one of those
Few that have chose
To walk like a woman suppose.
This is the woman of any dream.


I’ll marry her soon
As I find her phone number.
Maybe I’ll find it next summer,
If not then the next up comer
Or whenever.  I’ll search forever
To feel your vibe and texture.
The longer I wait I get vexeder
When I find her I’ll impress her
Hope to find you before I find my tomb.