She holds all the decency of black,
Confident but doesn't brag.
Real, no mask to track,
A million thoughts, a face of blank.
Life without her, a potential heart attack.

Meeting her makes you wish,
Life could go back, a beautiful dish.
If only there was a life hack,
She's a flower swaying like a flag.
Moved by the wind, yet carries the flag's prestige,
Something pulls you towards her, no resistance, no fatigue.

Is she human or an angel, you lag,
No human this pretty, no angel in the city.
Then you realize how silly,
In a world with sweet chili,
There must be an angelic young lady.