Mine, All Mine

Look at her eyes,
Look at her hair,
I can’t blame the men,
Who can’t help but stare!

She walks into a room,
And without even a smile,
She lights up the hearts
Of all men in a mile

They say she doesn’t talk much,
But she can’t stop with me,
I can’t believe the lucky man
Could ever be me!

Why she chose to be with me
I can’t comprehend,
But I hope this living dream,
Does never end.

I’d climb mountains
Dark, tall and steep
To run my hand through her hair
To watch her sleep!

All you other men,
Burn with jealousy and whine;
But I ain’t letting go off her;
This angel’s mine, All Mine.