she's so.... sweet. sweet like candy, trying to be on my mind, while she's fine and dandy. our feet sandy, in my day dream, i dream of us on a beach being closer than our reach. she teach, i teach too, her main feature is that she's blood washed and tells the devil "i beat you." she's see-thru transparent, i'll have it. whatever she has to offer, i wanna sweep her off her... feet. this time she has on whatever shoes women wear @ weddings. (i had to stop rhyming to say that... usually my feelings rhyme) anyway this is to noone in particular, at least noone i know or am sure of yet, but i'm willing to bet, a million bucks that whoever it is, will call this thing bliss, while others might think it's puppy love we're in... she's my #2, her name's etched on my heart and we love like lovers do. this is a blog of a hopeless romantic Christian young man who has yet to have a chance to show that he really can... so. ya know. take one. and i don't mean a number, i mean a chance, son. of course i'm not talking to a dude, i might be talking to you... if i find it's you, i'm pursuing with no reservations, i might know you know, you might be filling out the application... ;) for Mrs. Schaffer. ha.