My Girl I have thoughts that haunt me. I’m missing that female that I want. What she’s got will not measure to what society says she ought to be. She’ll lift me when I’m drifting into darkness. She’ll be the beacon which will always guide me, Leading me alone to a place where only she can find me. Binding me with her essence and strengthening me with her presence, I will always view her as life’s supreme present. My Queen, my love, my friend. She is the woman I will spend all of time with. And when she begins to drift, I will uplift her and stay with her until she smiles. For when this happens, all my efforts will have been worthwhile. Have you ever seen a soul shine through a smile, With a light so bright and so pure that it could write a story that’s already been told? The Bible holds these stories of angels coming to Earth. There are no other truths told like these in the World. My girl is an angel because she represents all that I think is good. No adulteress could ever tempt me to hurt her And no trouble could ever make me desert her. If ever there were a person so special to me, She would undoubtedly be my Queen amongst queens. My feelings for this being brings my souls light out of hiding. There’s no way of proclaiming my ultimate love for her. I have to take our union to another level, I know she feels this way too. Through her caring eyes I view something missing. A question she’s been listening for. So after a night of romance, I kneel onto the floor and ask: My Queen, my love, my friend, Will you marry me?