The way she looks at me is too striking
Piercing blue eyes engage in silent talks
And to her mind I've taken a liking
I hope and pray for the chance to trade walks
I want to know her heart so deep and true
To lay with her is the greatest present
And to hold her wipes away all my dark blue
Her smile alone is gorgeous and pleasant
Unlike most roses her stem has no thorn
Her red pedals reflect utmost beauty
For those against her heart I have great scorn
Her soul blossoms with no hatred to see
I will walk with her to the end of time
And will recite to her my poems and rhyme