Her brown hair falls onto her shoulders,
Hes always there when she gets colder,
She can look terrible and hes still there,
He loves her for her and not what she wears,
Her make-up isnt perfect and she cries a lot,
The funny jokes she tells are sometimes not,
But still he stands with his arm around her,
Ill love you forever - is what he tells her,
He will soon tell me about their happy day,
And Ill listen dutifully to what he has to say,
Ill sit there and smile with a face full of glee,
Hearing about the girl that I want to be.
