Golden hair and pale blue eyes
the dazzling smile of angels wise,
an unshaking, happy soul
with whom I want to grow old.
To lie with on the mountain top
and hold in the valley below
to spend each waking moment loving
and sleep in loves soft folds.
Only to wake up more in love
than ever could I dream.
To hold your hand and walk you through
the life of which i scheme.
For you to be my everything
and all on which I pride
to wrap my dreams around us both
and love you for all of time.
Ricky Glew
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