She won't win any beauty contests
looking through someone elses eyes
but she's everything I could ever hope for
looking through mine.
She's the air that I breathe
the ground beneath my feet.
An award winning smile
and lips so sweet.
I could look across the breakfast table
'til the Lord calls me home.
I'll be hers forever
and never more roam.
When I have her
I'll have the american dream.
Like God and apple pie
she's all I'll ever need.
Copyright © 2007 T. J. Daniels
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