MY MICHELLE

As the sun begins to rise

And gleam upon her face

The sun becomes the lucky one

To be in such beauties grace

With eyes which no diamond compares

And a smile to charm young and old

Not only is the beauty outside

But she has a heart of gold

With compassion, charisma, and charm

She could steal the heart of all

For in one breathing moment

In love she made me fall

Pure, honest, and oh so true

These feelings were from the start

So from then until the end of time

I will promise her my heart