Dark blue was her dress,
Deep brown was her hair.
Her long flowy locks blew in the wind,
The sun shined on her luminous copper
skin. She walked through the valley. She strutted across on the tress.
Walking tall, she never put down her chin.


She had watched her all along......she just had to stop and stare.
She asked her for a smoke, she asked her for a light. She gave it quickly thinking I've never seen a madien oh so fair.


Bright red was her dress. Sun kissed blonde was her hair
Her short curly locks pulled off her face. She perferred the shade to protect her ivory skin. She went through the valley, she walked on the tress.
And thats when she saw her she had to stop and stare.


Suddenly she saw her with that red dress.
Thinking to herself "I'm happy I decided to take this awful tress." I've never seen a madien oh so fair. I'll ask her for a smoke, I'll borrow a light.


Then they became inseparable
They both felt wonderful.

They both wore a white dress, they both adored their hair.
They sailed across the ocean, they went across the sea.
They danced barefoot in the sand, they danced on the beach.
And now the world knows fate put them hand in hand.




-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016