Skin like tiger lilies sweet and smooth Hair like dandelions of a golden hue Eyes a shade of chestnut I shall never know It is my heart that youβve enraptured I canβt think of someone who keeps pace in my brain Running in circles You are the prettiest shade right in between purple and blue Quiet but not calm A joy to be around All of that is you
She must have been carved from stone, works of art like her can't be made naturally.