You are the kind of guy, that seems to only exist in books, a hand out to be held with a bouquet of mixed roses, red, peach and pink like the colours that dust my cheeks when you whisper to me.

Your eyes are like fresh leaves in spring a deep emerald that glimmers in soft sunlight when hit in early afternoon, accompanying a smile as wide as niagra falls that may play across your lips when we sing along to our favourite song in those wonderful years to come.

Your the kind of guy any girl would swoon for, yet you chose me and im happy to be that girl.