Could she be among the fallen angels?
A young lady, likely to be a girl,
That which I can not qualify,
Away and beyond all because of her.

She is an epitome of beauty,
A very good source of writing in literature,
That which could face reality,
Adorable, even to the immature.

I had a clear chance, so I moved close,
And the more fascinating,
It was unhatched egg, my heart being enclose,
Her smile very charming,

My heart now skips to beat,
My eye couldn’t see,
I couldn’t move my feet,
Cause her eye has blinded mine