What eye seE
She has a name,
It might not be her fame.
Getting good grades is her game.
Being with Christ is her aim.
It might not be her fame.
Getting good grades is her game.
Being with Christ is her aim.
When I see her face,
It’s move than a glace.
Fact is: her force,
My eyes mace.
Her smile dashes
Very very re-freshes.
She doesn’t harshes,
Here, my heart gashes.
Hair= BeaUtifUl
I love everything about her–full!
C-ing her at lunch make me full.
Again, she is B-U-T-FULL.
I love her love
Wish she’s my dove.
ABC…fires me to move.
Gee, I am in a rove.
I need to go run,
Ah! How will fun!
God, You’re not in stun.
I’ll cry when it’s Jun.
She’s her fam.’s heirloom.
Wait ’til you bloom.
‘D like to think of her as my broom.
One day, I’ll be a groom
(if God wills it)
