Rigid airships,
the way she made her hair flip,
this girl was remarkable,
the kind of face that could spark a tool,
nothing loss of impeccable.

When she winked,
titanic sized ships would sink,
and when she smiled,
people would drown themselves in the Nile.

She was the kind of light,
that you keep on at night,
the curves that made dogs bark in delight.

She was nothing short of perfect,
floating into the sky,
leaving everything she knew behind,
and that was when I saw the sign.

She was like a rigid airship,
the kind of girl that if the air was a guy she'd make the air-strip,
But all she had to do was a hair flip,
and I would have given her my life.

She was remarkable.
The kind of girl that the word beautiful,
was made for.