Dearest Ruth

Tell her she is beautiful tell her ,her fruits are bantiful tell her she smells like apple tell her ,what kills u about her is her dimple. Ask her were her beauty was from ask her in wat womb was she formed ask her if u could hold her hands ask her if she cares for a dance. Listen to the music of her beauty listen to the rhyme of her poetry listen to the diction in her story listen to her and know she is not into treachery. Promise her nothing and she would be contempt promise her you will never leave her side ,and the battle you shall triumph true love is what she ask true beauty is what she seek true truth is her truth true woman is what she is my dearest Ruth.