Aren’t you just easy to dream about,
With that smile of yours, I cannot doubt.
Are those cheeks made of cherry?
Because I’ve never seen those before, they are not ordinary.
How about those lips, are they strawberry?
The perfect combination of everything, you're just legendary.
With that hair falling down framing that masterpiece of God, just imaginary.
You took me to another world, literally.
You’re not just someone that would pass by my life and I would just miss,
Doing all this,
To the guy who is likely impossible to impress.
You must be something special, a young princess with a bless.
You are adorable as it gets,
Soul capturing like when Beethoven is played by quartets.
Peaceful like when an angel sings,
Your flawless like a Mozart’s concerto of clarinets and strings.
A conversation with you stays attractive however it swings,
Young and alive like violins.
And I guess this is how this poem ends.