Let me tell you some some bout my girl Wendy.
She a little short with a very loud laugh Reckless,wild with a peach of immorality Pride coated with class and elegance Graced with flawless beauty Spontaneous,mirthful and a classic intellect She is what you and I call sugar.
But that’s just a perfected picture in the frame.
Concealed are the bruises of wars fought Open wounds lay in secret places Sorrow loss and sadness deeply rooted She is a glass broken too many times
Sugar coated with spice.
Someday somebody will mark that girl Put a ring on her finger Make home out of her house Children in her belly Someday somebody is gonna own that girl.
I pray he will be fine a match the much she is worth.
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