I can see you in his wondering brown eyes,
In the way he moves, breathes, and drives.
Girl, you cover his skies,
Your calls take him to paradise.
He looks adorably resistance-less to be precise,
With you, he is himself, he needs no disguise.
Talking to you, he laughs, smiles, and never fakes replies.
Even when he is around me, he’s somewhere else,
To be your perfect man, he excels.
Because, girl, you're his soul, life, and wealth,
You can always trust a guy who has books on his shelf.

And you, my friend, you exist in her smile,
Something in her eyes twinkles when she looks at you.
Saying by her heart, she's ready to step by your side a thousand mile.
Isn’t it cute when she’s jealous of me too?
I know if it were up to her, she would stick you to her by glue.
But seriously, how is it even possible to get jealous of me! I don’t have a clue.
You two are singing a love duet,
And you two sure have bet, Romeo and Juliet.
I am glad you guys met,
Can’t imagine you two with anyone instead.
Just perfect like Peanut Butter and Jam on bread …
So harmonic like when chords go in thirds …
And now I officially give you the title of 'my favorite lovebirds' …

Aren’t you just easy to dream about,
With that smile of yours, I cannot doubt.
Are those cheeks made of cherry?
Because I’ve never seen those before, they are not ordinary.
How about those lips, are they strawberry?
The perfect combination of everything, you're just legendary.
With that hair falling down framing that masterpiece of God, just imaginary.
You took me to another world, literally.
You’re not just someone that would pass by my life and I would just miss,
Doing all this,
To the guy who is likely impossible to impress.
You must be something special, a young princess with a bless.
You are adorable as it gets,
Soul capturing like when Beethoven is played by quartets.
Peaceful like when an angel sings,
Your flawless like a Mozart’s concerto of clarinets and strings.
A conversation with you stays attractive however it swings,
Young and alive like violins.
And I guess this is how this poem ends.

Greetings, Miss Silence, a paradox in finesse,
Dancing between words, a delicate art to address.
In the game of guessing, I may confess,
Closeness and chaos, a nuanced duet, no less.

You're not a passing breeze, a transient bliss,
Investing effort in this, not an aimless miss.
For a guy challenging to impress,
You stand out, a young princess with a bless.

Adorable, capturing souls like quartets play,
Beethoven's notes in your essence lay.
Peace exudes as angelic hymns sing,
Flawless, akin to Mozart's clarinets and strings.

Conversations with you, an ever-attractive fling,
Teasing with randomness, the joy it brings.
Young and alive, a symphony of violins,
Head spinning moments, where naughtiness begins.

In the dance of words, a twin-like kin,
Reading you, a skill not too thin.
Teasing, a playful journey we both win,
A tête-à-tête, where merriment begins.

Radiant as dawn, the loveliest I've seen,
In angelic realms, she'd reign as the queen.
Every passing second, her beauty evolves,
A unique gene, enchanting at just seventeen.

Immortality, a wish, akin to Wolverine,
For her allure is addictive, like nicotine.
Hearts race, adrenaline's vibrant stream,
Angel, girl, or a sweet soul in between?

Unveiling not from reality's mundane sheen,
She belongs to fiction or a movie screen.
Natural as the verdant tree's serene,
A rose's blush, paradise's radiant queen.

A bloom with a glow, a paradise rose,
All others envy, copying her pose.
Swaying gracefully, wherever she chose,
Colors and life, in her presence impose.

Like crystalline ice in the winter's snows,
A princess in every facet she shows.
In her aura, a captivating prose,
She reigns, magnificent, where beauty flows.

Contemplating the grandeur a poet would evoke,
Yet attempts would falter, surrender to the cloak.
No verse captures the entirety she presents,
Her essence, a dream elusive, defying all pretense.

Words falter, inadequate in portraying her grace,
An enigma akin to a paradise's elusive embrace.
Her laughter, celestial, inseparable as one,
Since her inclusion, the laughter revolution begun.

Passion fuels her spirit, a refusal to conform,
In uniqueness, a charm that makes her heart warm.
Serious amidst jest, a peculiar cuteness takes root,
Her affinity for a bottle of coke, a testament to her pursuit.

Twice glimpsed, at party and on a vote's array,
Yet, a second unveiled beauty in a radiant display.
A personality distinct, marching to her own score,
A subtle brilliance, a truth some may ignore.

Intelligence discerns, a spectrum vivid and bright,
For those who falter, shades of grey in their sight.
Immutable, she stands, no mold can sway,
Resilient and vibrant, like colors in full array.

In simple prose, she's a wonder to behold,
Life's palette adorned, a story beautifully told.

Her laughter, a melody, my heart's joyous rout,
Hidden beneath, an angel, there's no doubt.
Contemplating why, in life's intricate bout,
One would choose to log out.

Adorable and endearing, like a cloud so white,
Outplaying the sweetest violin's delight.
She surpasses brilliance in my code's byte,
A crystalline spectacle in snow's soft light.

Brighter than stars in their radiant ode,
A uniqueness spanning the globe.
Our meeting, a serendipity to behove,
Sweet, pretty, and clever, virtues she strove.

Her name, a unit where beauty's measured,
A scale where elegance is treasured.
From zero to her name, a spectrum ensnared,
Others mere fragments, micro, nano, and pico declared.

Morning's embrace, oh sunshine divine,
Radiate your hundred-watt smile, let it shine.
May your day unfold in a way so fine,
An abundance of joy, each moment to twine.

On cloud nine, linger throughout the day,
In every thought, you find your way.
You're not an escape, nor a fleeting bind,
In my mind, you're a constant, a welcome kind.

I make no effort to erase, you're not left behind,
For you, a unique kind, in every thought enshrined.
Insisting you surpass the flowers, so refined,
In the verses I type, the most beautiful find.

Embark on your morning's vibrant scheme,
An anticipation for our talk, the evening's dream.
As you go about, may all be bright,
Looking forward to our conversation tonight.