Treasure Island

matt o'neill


She


She’s lovely like a goddess
Gentle, fine, and sweet
Her eyes glimmer in the sunset
As she looks right at me
As I hold her tight- sitting in the sunset
I sing to her a lullaby written by me.
On that night we fell in love,
Love so strong, stronger than a dove
And on that night of splendorous love
It came down shining from above.
And when she writes “I love you”
“I love you too” is written through and through
A glimmer of beauty as fine as life
Sweetly my angel, my love, my life

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 02, 2014

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i wrote this for all the girls who need to be inspired that they are beautyful

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