Sweet Child of Mine

Shes got a smile that seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now & then when I see her face it takes me away to that special place & if I stare too long I'll probably break down & cry. She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes & see an ounce of pain. Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as I child I'd hide & pray for the thunder & the rain to quietly pass me by. GnR