He is perfect.
In height, age and appearance.
His pink lips turn a darker shade when he licks them.
He looks at her as she smiles..... or laughs.
He turns away when she looks at him.
Sometimes he continues staring....

He is handsome this one.
The way he turns all red when his emotions are spiked.
Or how he tries to make his small eyes appear bigger.
He looks great in yellow... or blue...or other colours.
He is a beautiful man indeed.

He is kind and respectful.
Blows children kisses and plays with them.
He is loved every where he goes.
At least by all she has met.
He doesn't take life too serious.....and plays along with all.

It was nice meeting you, he said....

I hope you become mine, she prayed silently......

I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow...

Feet on the dash, windows down.
Waving a hand through the soft light
breeze.

And each road leads you where you wanna go...

Driving down the endless dirt roads,
feeling a feeling like no other.

And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose...

Nobody for miles, No worries in sight.
Feeling Happy, Being Free.

I hope you choose the one that means the most to you...

Tall grass entends over the horizon.
The sun sets, revealing southern beauty.

And if one door opens to another door closed...

Sounds whirling high to the sky,
Hearts pouring out music from the soul

I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window...

Listening to the instrument from God,
pouring out from the beauty within.

If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile...

Laughter echoing between songs,
showing pride in their true colors.

But more than anything, more than anything...

Open Field, Open Mind,
Open Hearts.

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to...

Truck in park, Headlights on.
Twirling in the light under the night sky.

Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small...

Sparks fly as lightening bugs buzz by,
Illuminating the moment.

You never need to carry more than you can hold...

Dancing is the language of the soul,
spoken through steps and rhythm.

And while you're out there getting where you're getting to...

Words are not needed for times like this,
It has a speechless effect.

I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too...

Falling alseep under the shimmering stars,
With warmth from the angels.

**Yeah, this, is my wish.

Chaste scars, found on the fallen,
From green to grey to brown blending,
melding with the ground,
eventually become a mound.

Breaking down, the broken giants, who
still live in another form, to make shelter
from every storm for
those who need a home.

If I could be this useful, even after my purpose,
has been at an end and fruitful, bird perches,
hidden burrows, safe and warm and dry,
then lay me on the surface, leave but cry,

Not a tear to drop,
as it may speed the rot,
and nothing will find in me,
a home, a suitable place to be
at rest.

Maybe for eternity.