Lyndsey, Oh Lyndsey/Your hair as yellow as a daisy/I love you so, I love you/So much it makes my stomach feel queasy/Your beauty is like summer rain/Soft and sweet and never plain/Your existence fills me with a fire/Burning long and bright with pure desire/If you should perish before me/I'll lay 6 dozen flowers beneath my feet/And weep softly with a deep pain/For never I shall love again.
my hair is purple. WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS. but i love you.














