She has vocal folds that makes her carry notes like an Angel receiving Indian burns.
That only means she can sing well under pressure.
She's an experienced vocalist.
She's mature.
She's beautiful.
She's a treasure.
A pretty face with a graceful figure
By no means do I mean to come across wrong
But since she's a singer
I'd like to be her song.
To express how much I love your voice would take a simple riddle.
I want you to sing to me like I whistle.
All the time.
Lately I've been afraid that little miss Mae from Maine
isn't interested in me.
Maybe I lack talent,
maybe it's my uncertainty.
I wonder if I spoke my thoughts
Would she give audience?
I wonder if my body language is a little too obvious?
I hope not...
She also is a talented Artist.
And I draw conclusions like she draws faces
I know that she'll be inspiration that last me through out the ages
The very letters on these pages.
This artist has me dreaming of dancing with her in a steady pace
Just the thought forces my timid heart to race.
I'm just dreaming...
Cause you are destined to go off to serve our country
and I'll soon have a wake up call when you do leave
But for now you are that in which is inside of dreams
My darling Meaveen...
My darling Meaveen.