Breeze is very gentle
Opening her hair
Dazzles under the sky
Her face is made to be fair
The dress is of pink
Flowing into the wave
Waiting for a wink
And nothing to save
Wrinkles on her forehead
Tried to be waived
No matter the crumples on the skin
Tried not to be seen
Her ***** is set to be curved
Water-tightly strung
Feeling her heart is still young
Still groping for a rose
To fix over her head and
Make a new pose