Her eyes are green , her smile is pure , my love is sick , her presence is cure , Why won't she just come into my life , I question if love is just a might ,
With an absence of a wife i sit in darkness in room of light, When things are green her love is lured, Why such women like a type , who possess fortune of a height, I question if love is just a might with absence of her lovely sight , What happened to A love thats pure , Its safe to say there is no cure , when beings travel threw the night its safe to say there is no light.