Like an Sparrow through the night,
She shot by.
Unaware of what she might hit.
And straight trough me it went.
What a lady she is...
Gentle and sweet, when she holds your hand.
Moulding and mesmerising, when she comes in for a hug.
Straight flowing hair, like arabian cloth.
Smooth skin, like a canvas ready to be painted.
Light eyes, that just like Alice's rabbit hole,
Keep dragging you deeper and deeper.
But what does her most justice, is no feature on the outside, no curve nor stare.
Its her enthusiasm and song.
Her creativity and voice.
Like a siren singing tunes,
Hoping to lure sailors in.
As soon as her voice hit a tune.
She dragged this sailor in.
Shes a Siren and a Sparrow!
Adventurous, brave, bold...romantic.
Free, powerful and mysterious.
She's a Ballad.
