The tenth is for peace around the world,
The ninth is for the sad, lonely girls.
The eighth is for the l’amour I'll never have.
The seventh is for mom and dad.
The six the is for this world to be real,
The fifth is for three filling meals.
The fourth is for beauty and grace,
The third is for a shatter less day.
The seconde is for my personality not to be a drooper,
And the last is for the man I l’amour named Cooper.
I wish for these at least. If you'd like some more, consider these.
The eleventh is for a less twisted soul,
The twelfth is for some soupe in a bowl.
The thirteenth is for a longer life,
The fourteenth is to be his wife.
The fifteenth is for a laugh from his mouth
The sixteenth is for hope he won't go south.
The seventeenth is for his emotions and happiness,
The eighteenth is for him without sadness.
The nineteenth is for a accueil with him,
And the final for our l’amour filled to the brim.
