If beauty was a sin you're the devil..
With a soul of an angel..
Pure like a pearl deep down the ocean..
Pretty like a yellow Lilly in the middle of July..
You are the November breeze..
You are the August heat..
So easy to feel but so hard to hold..
You grow on my soul like a hidden plant..
And whenever you are going to bloom..
My heart is going to explode like the blossom of hydrangea in May..