The girl that is in my class
She wears eyeglass
Neat and composed out of the mass
Charming smile
And a perfect figure
Writes with purpose
And have the complexion of dark cream
A liking I take it seem
But yet I haven’t say hi
For tomorrow I’ll tell her straight
And denying I hate
But if that’s so it’s just fate
And only can imagine her as my mate
At first she always make her things fall
On that day she didn’t know
I like her at all
And my very own love interest she call
She maybe reading this now
Or I might reading this to her
But let me ask
A relationship with me ‘do you prefer’?