She's vodka in a sexy lingerie and high heels.
I'm always drunk.

There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
It's not her scent or warm embrace,
Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.
No, that's not the case.
It's just her.

You deserve the love your soul craves for.
Don't settle.

Do you see how the sky holds the sun?
In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength?
That's how a King holds his Queen.

Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.

I have a desperate desire to put a ring on your finger. For there's nothing sexier than kissing a glistering hand in the sun.