There is a day that comes, that you can look up, and see
That, although your problems are bad, she makes it okay.
She isn't even with you, and she can make you grin,
Such a big and silly grin, with just the thought of her.
It is that day when the perfect girl comes along:
Her sweet innocent dimples and her gay little laugh;
Her perfect auburn hair and grey-green-brown smiling eyes,
Lying on the pillow beside you. Life is perfect.
Dreaming, sleeping, waking; she's there in every crevice,
And you feel as though you cannot ever stop loving.
She makes the nightmares go away, replaces them
With love so much more tender than you had ever dreamed.
Time stops still and speeds up everytime you're together.
You're left tingling inside, outside everywhere she's touched
It's like being lost for words and having too many.
To describe the longing aching beatifull feeling
And her smell her taste all day craving needing wanting.
The sheer bliss when she finally gets inside amazing
The joy the passion the desire the full bodied floating
She's the one who makes everything shine brightly. It's her.
