I can hear the gentle sea foam,
That touches the ground so close to her home.
Beauty woven in her rusty golden hair,
I've not known her long but she lets me walk on air.
There's something she has, some kind of grace,
That shines like a gemstone through her face.
Her eyes might be average on anyone else,
But in hers I see heaven, an my heart melts.
She has childlike wonder and I love it so,
And she gives off the most whimsical glow.
Even when we stand on the cold concrete,
I can see flowers spring up around her feet.
I think I love her, yes, I do!
No I don't, it cannot be true.