~I want to find a guy who calls me beautiful instead of hot
who calls me back when I hang up on him
who will lie under the stars and listen to my heartbeat
or will stay awake just to watch me sleep...
I am going to wait for the man who kisses my forehead
Who wants to show me off to the world when I am in sweats
Who holds my hand in front of his friends
Who thinks I’m just as pretty without makeup on
who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares
And how lucky he is to have me...
one who turns to his friends and says..
"That’s her"~
who calls me back when I hang up on him
who will lie under the stars and listen to my heartbeat
or will stay awake just to watch me sleep...
I am going to wait for the man who kisses my forehead
Who wants to show me off to the world when I am in sweats
Who holds my hand in front of his friends
Who thinks I’m just as pretty without makeup on
who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares
And how lucky he is to have me...
one who turns to his friends and says..
"That’s her"~
Music is one of my passions!!
I am not a hopeless romantic but a hopeful romantic! 
I am not crazy... I am unique!
I am not ugly.... I am beautiful!
I am not just a girl.... I am a PRINCESS!
I am not crazy... I am unique!
I am not ugly.... I am beautiful!
I am not just a girl.... I am a PRINCESS!
You can also find me on Facebook and Myspace.
I love feet!
I love the written word!
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
~Robert Frost
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
~Robert Frost
Waiting Patiently for True Love