• As leaves fall from trees in the winter,
    And roses begin to bloom,
    It is with open eyes I gaze upon your beauty,
    And hope that I can be yours soon.
    Your face is alight with tender love,
    Your beauty cannot be measured,
    It is something that I will always have,
    And forever it shall be treasured.
    I feel that I can be myself,
    Whenever I'm with you,
    There's never a hint of anxiety,
    And I'm never quite sure what to do.
    I let my emotions guide me,
    Say whatever I feel you should hear,
    I feel as you are a part of me,
    I mean something when you are near.
    Your eyes are a lovely hazel,
    And I adore your lovely brown curls,
    I hope that you'll be mine forever,
    And love me my little, southern girl.