Maybe it is a lack of imagination. I see blonde hair,
With a skirt and boots, and I see a glimpse of a fantasy
That millions have seen.
Vague similarities in style do not create the resemblance.
Perhaps it is in the personality. I see strength,
With kindness and humility, and I see the core of what the
A picture is starting to form, but there must be more.
As always, the answer is in how everything comes together.
I see beauty that permeates every layer,
With a warm presence and a light that draws me near,
And I see what the fantasy should be.
The fantasy exists because men want to find that one
Woman who is so far beyond the rest, it is as if
She can sore through the skies. This is what I see.