Cindy ROSE's blog: "Untitled"

His eyes so big and gorgeous When staring into them I melt like Ice Cream on top Of warm apple pie. His voice so remarkable it Sounds like the wind in my Hair as it passes through Each strand His lips as soft as a peddle On a rose that unfolds on the First sight of a beautiful spring day His touch as gentle as a Butterfly that lands on a Leaf for a brief moment Resting its wings