Job Welime

Tell her,,

Dear dove,

I want you to give her this message,
I\'ve kept this to myself for far too long,
Please,when you see her,
Tell her, she\'s the manifestation of my sweet dreams,
Tell her, there\'s nothing I would rather do,than make a queen out of the Princess she already is,
Tell her,roses are red and violets are blue,I just want to take her to a special place only for us two,a place where,love resides, affection germinates everyday, loyalty flourishes each second,because it receives unlimited supply of trust and we have nothing but the harvest of blissful moments and loyal royalties,
Tell her, she\'s the smile on my face,the sparkle in my eye,the warmth inside my heart,
the fullness in my life,
Tell her, she has a grip over my heart that I wouldn\'t get rid off even if I wanted to,
Tell her, I\'m trying to keep busy with the things I do,but every time I pause,I still think about her,
Tell her, she\'s the sun in my sky, the bed where I lie, she\'s the home where I\'m safe, the field where I play, describing her feels like putting a limit to so much more that she\'s made of,
She\'s the dimple in my cheek,the constant tingle in my soul,the voice that makes me weak,
So what I am saying is,my finger spaces fit awesomely with hers, I love her,and it\'s all I want to do for an eternity.
Tell her.