With her dark brunette hair, always down over her shoulders in cascading waves, Or ******* behind her head so that I can see her eyes.
Oh, her eyes. Bright and alluring and sweet. Alight with a smile that compares only to the one on her lips.
And her lips. Always tilted up in a bashful smile. And one side always goes higher than the other, But I don't tell her because I think it's cute, and I don't want her to stop.
Someday she'll kiss me. Because I'll never be brave enough to try myself. And the lips I love so much will touch mine.
I love her
For her hair and her eyes and her lips and her mind, Which is logical, but with a hint of romance and a vast imagination, An artistic eye and a sweet, flustered girl just beside that.