Whiter than snow

Purple. Golden. An angel I'd swear. To her mother, I say thank you again. For your gift. Your child. Such a beautiful sight. With one smile, she covers my sin. Crazy. Phsycho. To be so in love. When words flow, and heaven comes down. I'm just so weak when she is away, but I'm stronger when she is around. Is she fine? Boy is she fine! Is she bright? Man does she glow. And her voice? Soft as a breeze. And her heart? Whiter than snow. Soft. Deep. Whiter than the snow.