By Noah King/ frnkjyce@erols.com Date: 24 June 1997
Flowers can't describe her, not the sun or the clouds above. Her beauty is enchanting, she is that girl I love. She is better than me, for she deserves more. When the sun refuses to shine, the more will I adore. I hope on some great day She would feel for me, as I have felt until now, and will through eternity.