She speaks more than needed,
She over thinks a lot,
She speaks her own language,
She understands no more,
But she always tries,
Even if she is weak inside,
And she always blooms,
Like a flower hoping to take heights,
She is the prettiest of all even when she denies,
She is the perfect one now only she needs to realize,
I can't take her to stars,
But I can be her moon light.
I can't promise her the world,
But I can promise her a smile always.